The Golden State John Doe You [D]are the [G]hole in my [A]head I [D]am the [G]pain in your [A]neck You [D]are the [G]lump in my [A]throat I [D]am the [Em]aching [A]in your [G]heart We are [Em]tangled We are [G]stolen We are [C]living where things are [A]hidden You are something in my eye And I am the shiver down your spine You are on the lick of my lips And I am on the tip of your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are [D]luck We are [Em]]fate We are the [G]feeling you get in the [A]golden state We are [D]love We are [Em]hate We are the [G]feeling I get when you [A]walk away…. Walk away[Em] [G] Well you are the dream in my nightmare I am that falling sensation You are not needles and pills I am your hangover morning We are tangled We are stolen We are living where things are hidden We are luck We are fate We are the feeling you get in the golden state We are love We are hate We are the feeling I get when you walk away Walk away Walk away You are the hole in my head You are the pain in your neck You are the lump in my throat I am the aching in your heart
