Headspace Teclado

	  Intro: 
C                               F   
Headspace, I need a route of my headspace 
                               C 
Cause it's a war in here and I need you take 
                   F 
Take her out of my headspace 

verse 1: 
C                      
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac 
       F 
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas 
Am 
Cause I'm hurt 
                           F 
I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt 
C 
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song 
           F 
So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum 
Am 
But it'll hurt 
                            C 
I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt 


C                              F 
Headspace I need a route of my headspace 
                                 C 
There's it's a war in here and I need you take 
                   F 
Take her out of my headspace 
G 
These 5.5 liters of blood 
          F 
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds 
 

verse 2: 
C 
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball 
      F 
From the 1970's all dusty and worn 
Am                                 F 
And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts 
C 
I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way 
     F 
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes 
Am                                        F 
I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care 

I didn't care 

 
C                              F 
Headspace I need a route of my headspace 
                               C 
Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say 
                   F 
Take her out of my headspace 
G 
These 5.5 liters of blood 
F 
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds 

Outro: 
Dm 
You put a war zone inside me 
          F 
Above and below the neck 
                   C 
Above and below the neck 
C 
Someone flick a light on 
F 
The dark just makes it worse 
C                             F 
I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words 
C                   F 
Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know? 
C                                   F 
Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host? 
C                              F 
I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast 
C                             
If these streets are paved with gold 
F 
I want my money back 
C                            F 
Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory 
C                           F 
Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me 
C             F 
Headspace, my headspace 

She wrapped her claws around me 
C             F 
Headspace, my headspace 
C