#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# SONG: 11th Fret BAND: Gordon Downie ALBUM: Battle Of The Nudes (2003) TABBED BY: Ross Guertin ([email protected]) TUNING: EADGBe E B E A E So this is fucking off by degrees A E And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite Hawaii A B But I can float back to sleep B Cause at least you're lying to me A Like music that dances from glowing apartments B As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness A Like jewlery hung down from rich silhouettes E B Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects A All the colours of evening and the onset of lights B Like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight. E B C E C E C B E So this is enacting ecstasy And I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti But I can float back to sleep Cause at least you're lying to me Like shoveling hope into the infinite us Til the world surges in yelling, "this is a drug bust" Might turn up the heat and make us into one person But then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow And we melt away, melt away, melt away now
