Desolate The Conductor

Am Out in the everglades, F C G Sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave, Am I can easily say that we will never change F C G But be implacable and never lose your flames. (Never lose your flames) Am F Wouldn't you say that the world has spit on you enough. Unanswered prayers, sleeping under streetlights C G And I don't understand the danger of talking them up Am Every night, F You salvage every skyline, C G Am Only enough so that you might have the chance to feel fine. F C G Swear to God I believe we've had enough trying to save the world, Did you hear me, Am F C G Am We have had enough.