E-Chords
Courrier

Paper Ghost(Chords)

Courrier

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Key: A
Capo on 6th fret
 



A 


  A                     F#m 
Today I would learn the art of leaving earth 

    E                      D 
the calculus of sin and salvation 


A  F#m  E  D 


     A                         F#m 
The war I waged with death was far above my head, 

     E                               D 
the winds of Heaven met the gates of Hell. 

    A                               F#m 
The angels sang eternally, while the demons were encouraging 

 E                          D 
all that was inside of me to give up hope. 


 D       E     F#m      D       E     F#m 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     D        D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 


A  F#m  E  D 


 A                                 F#m 
You were standing there, running a brush through your blonde hair, 

 E                                   D 
unconcerned with the affair, because you had faith. 

       A                            F#m 
But I wish it came so easily to a boy afraid of everything, 

    E                               D 
but this felt like an awakening, it felt so free. 


 D       E     F#m      D       E     F#m 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     F#m 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     D     D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 


A   D 


          A                                        D 
When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering. 

          A                                      D 
When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain. 

          A                                     D 
When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day. 

          A                                         D                                  A 
When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... 


                D                      A 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

                D                      A                      D        D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels, this is how it feels... 


         A                                   F#m 
For thy mortal self shall die, but from the grave we will arise 

     E                                 D 
and death will be described as a paper ghost.  
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