Sounds Like Balloons

	  		
Em 
Ancient Rome 
Em 
We built that fucker stone by stone 
                      Am 
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn 
                         D 
But we stayed strong and carried on 
Em 
Come on in 
Em 
Do you want to touch my bulbous head? 
                          Am 
With features wrapped and stretched to death 
                 D 
A tiny nose is all that's left 

Em         Am D 
This is not 
Em                   Am D 
For your entertainment 
G 
The land at the end of our toes 
     C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
     D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
        Em 
It blows on, and on, and on, and on 
      

G 
The land at the end of our toes 
     C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
       D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
           Em 
Continues on 
Em 
The basement's gone 
Em 
It seems they've dug up all our land 
                       Am 
The world was lowered man by man 
                           D 
Let's move the sky and not join hands 

Em 
Ancient Rome 
Em 
We built that fucker stone by stone 
                      Am 
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn 
                        D 
But we stayed strong and carried on  
Em         Am D 
This is not 
Em                   Am D 
For your entertainment 

    G 
The land at the end of our toes 
     C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
      D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
        Em 
It blows on, and on, and on, and on 

    G 
The land at the end of our toes 
      C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
     D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
         Em 
Continues on 
Am                      Em 
Life still sounds like balloons 
                     G 
You chew and you chew and chew 
                             C 
Your teeth crumble to the floor 
                                      Am 
It's where they lay, it's where they lay 
                       Em 
The past never really dies 
                       G 
I don't think we even try 
                        C 
There's no difference from 
                          Am 
Where we wake or where we die 
G       Em 
Balloons 
G       Em 
Balloons 
G       Em 
Balloons 
C       Em 
Balloons 
   G 
The land at the end of our toes 
     C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
       D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
        Em 
It blows on, and on, and on, and on 
   G 
The land at the end of our toes 
     C 
Goes on, and on, and on, and on 
      D 
The sand at the core of our bones 
        Em 
Continues on