Towers — Piano Lead Sheet

For the (C#m7)love I’d fall en on in the (C#m7)swamp y (E5)Au gust dawn, what a mis chief (E5)you (E)would bring young dar ling. When the (C#m7)o nus is not (Asus2)all your own. When you’re (C#m7)up for it be (Asus2)fore you’ve grown, whoa, whoa. From the (C#m7)faun for ev er gone in the (C#m7)tow ers of your (E5)hon ey comb. I’d a (C#m7)tore your hair (E5)out just to (Asus2)climb back dar ling. When you’re (C#m7)fill ing out your (Asus2)on ly form, can you (C#m7)tell that it’s just (Asus2)cer e mon’? Now you’ve (C#m7)add ed up to (Asus2)what you’re from. whoa, whoa. Build your teth er rain out from your (Bm)frag ments. Break the sail or’s ta ble on your (Bm)sa crum. Fuck the fierc est fa ble, I’m with (C#dim)Ha gar. For the (Bm7)love, comes the burn ing young. From the (Bm7)liv er, sweat ing (D5)through your tongue. Well, you’re (Bm7)stand ing on my (D5)stern um. (D)Don’t you (Gsus2)climb down dar ling. Oh, the (Bm7)ser mons are the (Gsus2)first to rest. Smoke on (Bm7)Sun days when you’re (Gsus2)drunk and dressed. Out the (Bm7)hol low where the (Gsus2)swal low nests, whoa, whoa.