The Unliquid

F# D I can't see rusty chains, baby F# D I can't see, but I'm slave F# D It's my soul-searching time, but I F# D Stuck in a rut and feel low. Step on it, dust from wheel shut in My snows of yesteryear Here and now, seems so real, baby Tear along the sunbeams. H D E F F# Fast faster, it's too late back up, point of no return, H D E F F# Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust H D E F F# I'm sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah H D E F F# My sweetheart monetary trap