Pockets Of Stones

Charm Of Finches

  • A
  • Bm
  • D
  • Em
  • G
Tom:
Bm D It’s not until now that I realise
Bm D The injuries left hidden inside
G And how scared I was that you’d be repulsed by this body of mine
Bm D That you’d cower away and you’d freak out
Bm D When all the worst parts of me leaked out
G D Of my nose and my mouth, every pore of my skin and my ears and my eyes. [Pre-Chorus]
Em D Bm G And I told you my weak breathing was just anxiety breath
Bm A D G Scared of the forbidden, being left alone with the worst thoughts running wild inside my head [Chorus]
D Cast my memory back
G Slowly draw in the net
D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float?
D What a time we did have
G When we weren’t thinking so hard
D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones [Verse 2]
Bm D With the flesh inside me crawling
Bm D And the lungs in my chest still heaving
G I’ll try to untangle this mess that I’ve mangled and order it into a line
Bm D But sometimes plain-speaking can’t do justice
Bm D To the rawness and the roughness
G Of the pieces of past that have cut me apart and made me a wreck by design [Pre-Chorus]
Em D G And I told you my quick breathing was just anxiety breath
Bm A D G Scared of the silence, being left alone and everything leading to death
Em D G And now I’m alone, I’m riding home and my mind it twists and it cries
Bm A D G Why is it only easy, is it always easy, easier to talk in the night? [Chorus]
D Cast my memory back
G Slowly draw in the net
D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float?
D What a time we did have
G When we weren’t thinking so hard
D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones [Bridge]
Bm I am constantly pushing aside the debris
D I am constantly losing sight of my feet
A I am trying to see where I should go
Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat
Bm I am constantly pushing aside the debris
D I am constantly losing sight of my feet
A I am trying to see where I should go
Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat
Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat Are stuck in my throat, are stuck in my throat [Chorus]
D Cast my memory back
G Slowly draw in the net
D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float?
D What a time we did have
G When we weren’t thinking so hard
D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones
D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones
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