Year: 2003 - Album: Transatlanticism
Written by Ben Gibbard/Chris Walla
Intro. F#m A verse 1. E A E Sometimes I think this cycle never ends A E A E We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again A E A E And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth A E A E A The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.B Bsus2 I am waiting for something to go wrong. B I am waiting for familiar resolve. E A E A E A E verse 2. A E A E Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect A E A E The twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends A E A E I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf A E A E A And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myselfE A E A E A E A But if I move my place in line I'll lose. E A E A E A E A And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.B Bsus2 I am waiting for something to wrong B A I am waiting for familiar resolve C#m C#sus4 I am waiting for another repeat B Another diet fed by crippling defeat B And I am waiting for that sense of relief B I am waiting for you to flee the scene C#m As if you held in your hand the smoking gun B And on the floor lay the one you said you loved. Bridge. B E A E B E A B E E And it's strange F#m They are basically the same A E So I don't ask names anymore. verse 3. E A E Sometimes I think this cycle never ends A E A E We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again A E A E And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth A E A E A E A E The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse. Outro. A E A E A E A E The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse. A E A E The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse. A E A E A E A E A A AE A E A E A E A But if I move my place in line I'll lose. E A E A E A E A And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.