Tono: D
Introducción: 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