Ivory Black

D A The less and less I sing F#m As my skin begins to creep A For I recognize the truth D About the permanence of me A And we are paper-thin F#m We're tearing at the folds A You're living if you're warm But I'm just feeling F#m A Cold, but I'm not dead D A Carrying all these fears on wings of lead F#m A Coursed between the cracks D A Burn my bones to ivory black D A The less and less I sing F#m As my mouth begins to feed A On any ease I find D But nothing that I need A The moment I am sure F#m I am sure to second guess A I'll never learn to fly D If I never leave this nest A The moment I am sure F#m I am sure to second guess A I'm not looking for a home D I'm just looking for some rest F#m A D F#m A F#m A D A And like a wooden frame F#m With silk-screen for a hide D A From my pores I recreate F#m The same old stupid lies D A And with my teeth and with my nails F#m A D I'll scratch off my designs F#m A Cold, but I'm not dead D A Carrying all these fears on wings of lead F#m A Coursed between the cracks D A Burn my bones to ivory black Interlide D A F#m oh oh oh 3x D A oh oh F#m A Cold, but I'm not dead D A Carrying all these fears on wings of lead F#m A Coursed between the cracks D A Burn my bones to ivory black D A And like a wooden frame F#m With silk-screen for a hide D A From my pores I recreate F#m The same old stupid lies D A And with my teeth and with my nails F#m A D I'll scratch off my designs