Terror In The Canyons The Wounded Master

E    - 022100
A    - x02220 / 577600 / 577655
F#m  - 244222
G#m  - 466444
B    - x24442 / 799800 / 799877


Intro - E A E A E A E


A          E          A         E
I could be the tiger, I could be the snake,
A          E          A             E
I could be the fire, I could be the lake,
A          E             A       E
I could be the sky-bird waiting on the wind,
A          E          A          E
I could be the devil waiting to begin.

F#m                          E
See, I was the wounded master, oh then I was the slave,
F#m                             E
My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave,
F#m                         G#m
See, I was the holy writer then I was the page,
A                       B
I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage.


                              A        E
But now you’re telling me my heart’s sick,
        A             E
And I’m telling you I know,
           A                 E
And you’re telling me you’re leaving,
        A           B
And I’m telling you to go,
                              A     E
And I’m not so sorry for the heart-wreck,
              A             E
But for each season left unblessed,
        A             E
The new terror in the canyons,
        A            B              A    E
The new terror in our chests.   Ohh wow  wow.


Instrumental - A E A E A E


A          E           A         E
I could be the tether, I could be the place,
A        E            A             E
I could be forever or just a couple days,
A        E                  A                E
I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin,
A         E               A         E
I could be the devil and do it all again.


F#m                          E
See, I was the wounded master then I was the slave,
F#m                            E
My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in a rage,
F#m                    G#m
See, I was the holy lion then I was the cage,
A                       B
I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage.


                               A        E
O but now you’re telling me my heart’s sick,
        A             E
And I’m telling you I know,
            A             E
And you’re telling me you’re leaving,
        A             B
And I’m telling you to go,
                             A       E
And I’m not so sorry for the heart-wreck,
              A             E
But for each season left unblessed,
        A             E
The new terror in the canyons,
        A            B            A    E
The new terror in our chests. Ohh wow  wow.