[Intro]
C  Bb  F  C
 
          C
There’s a black hole pulling me in
         Bb                                 F
I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins
                                  C
I stole my soul from myself now I wonder
 
            C
Wonder – is there somebody with a perfect plan
            Bb
That goes boom when it’s stamped and we could understand
        F                                            C
How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunder
 
         C
So we’re clapping and we’re laughing like it was so absurd
        Bb
In the future we’ll be laughing at who we were 
      F                                            C
Right now as man plays god with the land that he plunders
 
       C
To the one unknown no one can know
     Bb
nor see That’s resistant to greed
                F                                  C
If we listen to time after time, time can never go under
 
             C              F                 G      F       Am
There’s this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life
        Am           G            F
I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
             C              F                     G      F       Am
There’s this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind
      Am         G          F
In my mind In my mind In my mind
 
[Instrumental]
C  Dm  C  Bb  Am  Am  F  Dm
 
            C
And so this vine is trying to climb Through the window into my life
            Bb
To bring me symmetry And memories of a backlit breeze
F                                                    C
Back into a dream on the ground Looking up at the sun coming down
 
       C
Into a world of boys and girls Are holding handheld devices
              Bb
While they’re eating and they’re sleeping And they’re dreaming of the prices
         F                                                             C
We’ll be paying down the line When the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine
 
            C
And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
             Bb
They started wearing ones and zeros Looking more and more like crooks
               F
They stole the sunlight from the future Took a sip drained half the glass and
            C
put it back
 
             C
And a lot of people like to have a feast Not so many could stomach the killing
       Bb
Lot of traffic on the streets, so who’s really doing all the drilling
        F                                                       C
Keep on filling what can never be full My imagination has got a hold on me
 
             C              F                  G     F       Am
There’s this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life
        Am           G            F
I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
             C              F                     G      F       Am
There’s this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind
      Am         G          F
In my mind In my mind In my mind
 
[Outro]
( C  Dm  C  Bb  Am  Am  F  Dm )x2
[End on] C