Contact High

	  		INTRO: 
F#  B  Ebm  

VERSE 1: 
F#        B                      Ebm  
If one of these two walls could speak 
            F#                  B              Ebm     
I'd turn the lights down long enough to hit repeat (babe) 
             F#                 B 
Right now my vision is gone and magic's to blame 
     Ebm                    
It's silent down here, hey I want to get loud again 
F#              B                         Ebm    
You'll hold the thunder while I bring the rain 

PRE-CHORUS: 
           F#                             B              Ebm 
I might be dancing doing nothing but I've had my share 
             F#                           B               Ebm  (B - F#) 
You've got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air 

 
F# 
Contact high 
B                     Ebm 
I'm done dreamin that we can fly 
Ebm              F# 
Am I guilty? Boy you decide 
B                  Ebm 
I've got nothing to hide 


VERSE 2: 
F#          B                      Ebm       
Four letter words won't hold any sway (uh uh) 
         F#            B                                   Ebm 
And in a paradise that shakes the word "romantic" to the bone 
F#                  B                  Ebm                  Ebm 
Mystical forces are circling me, while perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy 
F#                     B 
Lost in the ether with no one to blame 
     Ebm                    (B)           (Abm) 
It's silent down here, maybe I want to get loud again 


F# 
Contact high 
B                     Ebm 
I'm done dreamin that we can fly 
Ebm              F# 
Am I guilty? Boy you decide 
B                  Ebm 
I've got nothing to hide 
Ebm 
(When we touch I get a) 
 
F# 
Contact high 
B                   Ebm 
I'm done leaving if we can try 
Ebm              F# 
Am I guilty? Boy you decide 
B                  Ebm 
I've got nothing to hide 


SOLO: 
F#  B  Ebm 2x 

PRE-CHORUS: 
           F#                             B            Ebm 
I might be dancing doing nothing but I've had my share 
             F#                           B               Ebm  (B - F#m - A) 
You've got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air 

 
A 
Contact high 
D                      F#m 
I'm done dreaming that we can fly 
F#m             A 
Am I guilty boy you decide 
D                  F#m 
I've got nothing to hide 
F#m 
(When we touch I get a) 


OUTRO: 
A           D  F#m 
Contact high... 
F#m            A           D  F#m A 
Contact high...contact high