Glowing Eyes

D                             G                               Bm
We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids,
        A
Culture forbids,
D                     G                           Bm
We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is,
                A
To fall off the grid.
G  F#   Em      A       C#  D
We live for the night's decor,
      Bm   A       G     A
It reveals what we dream of.
D                               G
  I know there's someone at the door,
                                  Bm
They called for help, of this I'm sure,
         A           G
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
D                            G
   I'm holding on to what I know,
                            Bm
And what I know, I must let go,
                A            G
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.
D                             G
We all know somebody who knows somebody who's doing great,
Bm                          A
I know some people who know people who are flying straight,
D                       G
But I'll kindly enter into rooms of depression,
Bm                          A
While ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again.
G  F#   Em      A       C#  D
We live for the night's decor,
      Bm   A       G     A
It reveals what we dream of.
D                               G
  I know there's someone at the door,
                                  Bm
They called for help, of this I'm sure,
         A           G
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
D                            G
   I'm holding on to what I know,
                            Bm
And what I know, I must let go,
                A            G
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.
Bm   A       G       D    Bm  A     G    D
This room is far too dark for us to stay around,
Bm A         G        D   Bm  A           G     D
Redemption's not that far and darkness is going down.
(D G Bm A) (optional)
Badadada Make them stop.
D                            G
   I'm holding on to what I know,
                            Bm
And what I know, I must let go,
                A            G
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.
(D G Bm A G)
Make them stop.

(Termina com D)