The Tame The Half-Born The Wild And You

G Am Em C 2x G Am Em C If Carolyn called me up today I'd hang up the phone and walk away G Am C D It's not that I don't care anymore but time changes locks on a lot of doors Em F Am Am/G D And I know what you're thinking and it's true Em F Am Am/G D Sometimes there is nothing you can do G Am Em C But there's a time that I recall, a purple street in Lisbon G Am C D She was speaking dreams to me and I thought I was listening G Am Em C But I was fifteen yards away before I felt the distance G Am C D She cried in Augusta street and stared into the windows Em F Am Am/G D And I know what she's thinking and it's true Em F Am Am/G D Sometimes there is nothing she can do C G/B Am Carolyn is tamed... N.C. All those years and all those tears N.C. Cuddling her insecure N.C. And shaking like a child and feeling selfless N.C. But maybe I share the blame D F C G Am D F C G Am G Am Em C Peter has a fan club, he's a whiskey-haloed Christian G Am C D And he's in love with everyone as long as they keep listening Em F Am Am/G D And there's a hole in my old faith where he belongs Em F Am Am/G D But, the whole of me has never been that strong C G/B Am Peter is half-born... N.C. With one foot in and one foot out N.C. A princess on a barstool N.C. Anarcho- Commun- Liberat- ingratiating stranger to me now D F C G Am D F C G Am G F# F Em G F# F Em G F# F Em G F# F Em Close friends and passersby, love affairs and suicides Am C D Am C D S*x and drugs and crash n' burn decisions, politics and prostitute religions Am C F Em C Fucking at the movies or fighting in the street G Am Em C Christopher's a scapegoat cause he lives like a poem G Am C D And they want explanations but I just want to know him G Am Em C Not for what he claims to be or what they say he isn't G Am Em D Just because he's got the balls to make his own decisions Em F Am Am/G D And sometimes the pain he's feeling is so real Em F Am Am/G D Sometimes that is all I need to feel C G/B Am Christopher is wild... N.C. With fire-escape guitar afflictions N.C. Different lives but shared addictions N.C. Late night taxi, Frank Black happy birthdays N.C. And blood-pact butchers knives D F C G Am D F C G Am G Am Em C Amsterdam, the s*x museums and the New York City subway G Am C D Vancouver in November, and Montreal on Monday G Am Em C We'll get a fix in Union Square we'll drop at CBGB's G Am C D And if we can't find salvation there, we'll stay home and watch the TV Em F Am D And I'll be your disciple if you'll be mine Em F Am And we'll make love in the moaning summertime C G Am Cause you are beautiful...