E F#m A
E F#m A

E   F#m                  A
I was wading through the flood waters
E       F#m            A
You were waiting out a drought. 
     E               F#m           A
Do I have that kind of love? Is that what it would take to see this out?

E F#m A

E        F#m          A
Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high. 
E        F#m      A
Turn them into a bong or a still 
E                  F#m           A
Rooting through the gas stations, tilling up our backyards 
E              F#m            A             Am
That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend.

E Am
E Am
E Am
E Am

E      F#m              A
Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub, 
E   F#m            A
and what you leave behind 
            E      F#m         A
is an un-corporeal monument of time  
           E           F#m         A                           Am
whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug

E         Am                        E                Am             E
We all go seperate and together. As such, while I'm alive, show me love! Show 
    Am                          E          Am
me love! Show me love! Show me love