X Marks The Spot(Chords)

	        
Intro: Dbm  
            E   Ab  Dbm 


Dbm 
You're a man of impeccable taste 
        E             Ab          Dbm 
And you know when the X marks the spot 
Dbm                                            
We all need a map for the trail of your thought 
         E             Ab          Dbm 
Where to go, well, the X marks the spot 

A                     Dbm 
You seem to have a misgiving 
                      E 
Hell yeah, you make a living 
                               Ab 
Don't add bricks to what we're heaving 
A                
We would so much 
Gb         Dbm 
Rather the enjoy beach, beer and a fire 

Cm                           
You think something somewhere 
Has a copyright for the world 
           Eb               G           Cm     
And you've signed where the X marks the spot 
Cm           
You join a cult, fill the void that you've got 
         Eb           G           Gm 
Deep within where the X marks the spot 

Ab                          Cm   
There you stand n' talk and holler 
                      Eb 
How dark are all your colors 
                       G 
When you paint another sunrise 
Ab        Eb      C Bb 
You leave out the sun 

Bb                             F       C 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
Bb                  
Or they slowly float away... 

Dbm                                                
How well do you know those you're calling your own? 
        E               Ab          Dbm   
I mean... come on dude! X marks the spot 
Dbm  
Your starving soul in your house of skin and bone 
          E           Ab          Dbm 
You're an island, the X marks the spot 

G                           Bm 
There you stand n' talk and holler 
                      D 
How dark are all your colors 
                       Gb 
When you paint another sunrise 
G         Dbm     B A 
You leave out the sun 

A                              E       B 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
A                     
Or they slowly float away... 
B                              Gb      Dbm 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
B                     Eb   
Or they slowly float away 

Am  
C      E      Am 

Am                          
You're a circus, but where is the clown 
           C             E           Am 
There's no map, still the X marks the spot 

F                           Am 
There you stand n' talk and holler 
                      C 
How dark are all your colors 
                       E 
When you paint another sunrise 
F         G       Am G 
You leave out the sun 

A                              E       B 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
A                     
Or they slowly float down 
Into the night with senior John Barleycorn 
E       B 
Heaven, heaven 
A                    Dbm 
Or they slowly float away...  

Dbm  Ab Am Gb 

A                              E       B 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
A                     
Or they slowly float away... 
B                              Gb      Dbm 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
B                     
Or they slowly float away
	        

Written by Tony Kakko