Boiled Frogs Acordes

	  
Intro 
Bm   E F#m   E Bm   E F#m   E 
D   E F#m   E D   E F#m 

Verse 
Bm 
A man sits at his desk, one year from retirement, 
G 
And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do. 
E 
Each passing year, the workload grows. 

Verse 
Bm                  D          G           F#m   E 
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late 
Bm                       D         G           F#m   E  A 
For things to go my way, it always ends up the same    (Count your blessings) 
Bm                 D         G           F#m    E 
I must be missing, I must be missing the point 
Bm                     D           G            F#m    E 
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise 
 A 
(Count your blessings on one hand) 

G                                        Bm 
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. 
                   G                                     Bm 
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life 

Bridge 
Bm   E F#m   E Bm   E F#m   E 
       Poor little tin man, 
D   E F#m   E D   E F#m 
still swinging his axe, even though his joints are clogged with rust. 

Verse 
Bm                    D           G        F#m   E 
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away 
Bm                    D      G         F#m  E A 
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day   (Count your blessings) 
Bm                    D           G        F#m   E 
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away 
Bm                                  D             G             F#m  E 
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late 
 A 
(Count your blessings on one hand) 

G                                        Bm 
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. 
                   G                                     Bm 
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life 

Interlude 
Bm                            Bm 
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day 
           G                E E 
There's no loyalty and no remorse. 
Bm                               Bm 
Youth sold for a pension cheque, and it makes him fucking sick 
     G                        E E 
He's heating up, he can't say no 

 Bm        G   E E 
(Whoa-Whoa-oh) 
 Bm        G   E E 
(Whoa-Whoa-oh) 

Riff 
E F#m E A D 
 
G                                        Bm 
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. 
                   G                                     Bm 
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life 
             G                                        Bm 
(So wait up) So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. 
                      G                                   Bm   Bm 
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die 

Outro 
G    A      Bm 
Wait up for me 
G    A      Bm 
Wait up for me 
G    A      Bm 
Wait up for me