Dimitri Mendelee

	  		
Em 
G 
C 

Em 
   Dreamed up the maps, 
     G                         C 
give me charcoal and the paper now. 
We invent paths they cannot see, 
and they're to scared walk. 
Em                                            G 
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards, 
And I trapped God somewhere between 
    C 
the trump and the king of hearts. 


Em 
   Joni Mitchell said "we are stardust, 
G                                C 
we are golden", we are all the same. 
Blood paints the story of our love,  
across the bathroom floor towards the drain. 

Em                                  G 
Funny how everything just piles up, till one day,  
                               C 
you can't believe how far you came.  
I'm made of mountains, made of metal, 
made of whiskey, and waves. 
Em 
   Won't believe your own breath,  
         G 
when the bold words finally escape your mouth.  
C 
  Keep your secrets hidden,  
till we're certain of just what we've found. 
Em 
   Yeah, they bleed just like us,  
        G 
but our calling is what shapes us now.  
C 
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up,  
won't be pinned down. 
Em                             G 
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up,  
won't be pinned down. 
C 
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up,  
won't be pinned down. 
Em                             G 
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up,  
won't be pinned down. 
C 
  Won't be held back, won't be... 
Not now. 

Em 
   Dreamed up the maps, 
     G                         C 
give me charcoal and the paper now. 
We invent paths they cannot see, 
and they're to scared walk. 
Em                                            G 
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards, 
And I trapped God somewhere between 
    C 
the trump and the king of hearts. 
Em  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
G  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
C  
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts. 
Em  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
G  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
C  
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts. 

Em 
  It came to me, as strange as it seems,  
       G 
From a simple deck of cards laid ace to kings.  
        C 
With my fingernail slipped under King Charlemagne,  
I flipped the edge and traced the grain,  
and watched it fall like a breaking wave. 
Em 
   The ace of spades was last to splash.  
         G 
Trump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backs. 
  C  
I stared in the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashed,  
And it just fit, elegant, "aww shit!". That's that. 
Em 
Strange how you can waste away pained with one thing,  
         G 
The watchmaker breaks sweat, he can't tame a dumb spring.  
         C 
Then one day its as plain as the nose above your smug grin,  
like, "look what the cat dragged in!" 
Em 
Woke from a dream, hands heavy in cold sweat,  
G 
Jumped from the bed, snatched up charcoal quick.  
C 
Sketching frantically upon the bedroom brick,  
It came together and it fit like this:  
Em                    G 
Give me a lever and a place to stand, I'll move the world. 
C 
  You think you're clever, but you never, seen how it really works. 
Em 
   Really works. 
G            C 
   Really works. 
Really works. Really works. 
Em 
   Really works. 
G            C 
   Really works. 
Really works. Really works. Oh no... 

Em 
   Dreamed up the maps, 
     G                         C 
give me charcoal and the paper now. 
We invent paths they cannot see, 
and they're to scared walk. 
Em                                            G 
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards, 
And I trapped God somewhere between 
    C 
the trump and the king of hearts. 
Em  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
G  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
C  
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts. 
Em  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
G  
   Trump and the king of hearts. 
C  
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts.