Floods

Am Floods are in my big green pasture F Em Lock the gates and tell Am A dirty creek of false disaster F Em Go and ring the bell C Bm I cut the line of empty fables Am Em Watch them grow again C Bm A deal on a fallen table Am Em Going round the bend Am C Em Bm Brush them off, don't give a light of day, Am Nothing could be so fine C Em Bm In a world where you don't have to pay C Am Em D Bm How could you even see boy with your head on fire, C Am Em Bm The fighting on the inside but there's peace, Em There's peace for me D Nothing's what it seems, Bm Em Come back home D Nothing's what it seems, Bm Em Come back home (oh nothing) D Nothing's what it seems, Bm Em Come back home (oh nothing) D Nothing's what it seems Bm Come back Am C Em Bm Brush them off, don't give a light of day, Am Nothing could be so fine C Em Bm In a world where you don't have to pay C Am Em D Bm How could you even see boy with your head on fire, C Am Em Bm The fighting on the inside but there's peace, Em There's peace for me |Em)| % | D | Bm | | Em | % | D | Bm | | Em | % | D | Bm | | Em | % | D | Bm | Em D Bm You look ahead while all the things to see are way back there Em D Bm You're in the desert now with nothing but a fold up chair Em D Bm You look ahead while all the things to see are way back there Em D Bm You're in the desert now with nothing but a fold up chair | Em | Em | Em D Bm (oh nothing) Nothing's what it seems, (hey, hey) Em D Bm (oh nothing) Nothing's what it seems, (hey, hey) Em D Bm (oh nothing) Nothing's what it seems, (hey, hey) Em D Bm Em (oh nothing) Nothing's what it seems (hey, hey)