Treading Paper Teclado

	   


Intro: Am   


Verse 1:
 
All my life I've been treading 
paper in the space between the words 
   A F 
And  there implied is that  
                                  A 
I'm but another body for the birds 
Am 
carrion absurd and accidental  
F             Am A 
atoms beating air 
Am 
carrying on unwitting orphan  
      A             Am 
of an unyielding despair 


Guitar Solo: Am   (2x) 


Verse 2:
 
    Am 
But linger on just for a moment 
      Dm          A 
until we can ascertain if 
Amsomething's wrong with me 

Or the assumptions of these  
Dm            A 
self indicted brains 
        Am             G 
Because I contend that all  

of this is more than just  
  Dm             A 
a meaningless charade 
     Am 
That each and every moment is  
                             A 
a bottle with a message hid away 


Chorus 1: 

F       Am             G 
  If anything means anything 
           Dm           Am 
There must be something meant  
          G   F 
for us to be a song  
     Am              G 
that we were made to sing 
           Dm 
There must be so much  
Am               G 
more than we can see 


Verse 3:
 
    Am            G 
But all our lives we've 
been treading paper  
        F                A 
in the space between the words 
    Am                  G 
And there implied's the thought  
that we are barely more than  
F              A     Am 
bodies for the birds carrion 
     G 
They say that we're just accidental  
Dm            A   Am              G 
atoms beating air carrying on and on 
                        Dm 
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding  
   A 
despair  


Bridge:
 
Dm 
  But our hearts  
                  F 
tell a different story 
Dm                           E 
  our hands feel a different pulse 


Chorus 2: 

Silence:
  
F       C              G 
  If anything means anything 
           F            C 
There must be something meant  
          G 
for us to be 

Distortion: 

F       Am             G 
  If anything means anything 
           Dm            Am 
There must be something meant  
          G F 
for us to be a song 
     Am              G 
that we were made to sing 
           Dm 
There must be so much  
Am               G 
more than we can see 


Outro:
 
          F                 Dm 
Something fathomless deeper than our  
               F               Dm 
pride can dive numinous higher than 
                    F 
Our hearts can rise transcendent 
        Dm 
further than our thoughts 
          F 
can reach immanent 
       Dm              A 
closer than the air we breathe