Verse 1
E                        C#m 
 On a street of old bones 
                    B 
Dust masquerades as skin 
                     A 
Time turns itself to stone 
                                         E 
Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win 
                           C#m 
Desires to break and deconstruct 
             A  C#m B 
I defend the middle ground 
                       A 
Every battle I’ve ever fought 
                        D 
Has either been lost or bought 
 
Chorus
    E 
And in the rhythm of your voice 
  B 
I find space to rejoice 
   C#m 
My complicated illusions 
A 
Leave me with no choice 
 
Interlude
D E  C#m  A C#m B  A  D E 
 
Verse 2
E                       C#m 
Even the answers that I dream 
                           B 
Are riddled with doubt and holes 
                    A 
Illusions are complicated 
               D     N.C. 
Redacted and retold 
 
Chorus
    E 
And in the rhythm of your voice 
  B 
I find space to rejoice 
   C#m 
My complicated illusions 
A                       D 
Leave me with no choice 
    E 
And in the margins of the page 
      B 
Truth hides but leaves a trace 
   C#m 
My complicated illusions 
    A                      D 
Are now no more than faith 
 
Interlude
E  B  C#m  A  D 
 
Chorus
    E 
And in the rhythm of your voice 
  B 
I find space to rejoice 
   C#m 
My complicated illusions 
A                       D 
Leave me with no choice 
    E 
And in the margins of the page 
      B 
Truth hides but leaves a trace 
   C#m 
My complicated illusions 
    A                      D E 
Are now no more than faith