Capo 1


Intro: C 


F             Am               C                    G 
  I am so like a bird in flight, I try to build my home 
F                     Am                      C                       G 
  I set my eyes on anything that shines and tells me it will make me whole 
    F                 Am                 C            G 
I stack the walls surrounding me with promises and pretty things 
     F                An            G 
But when I see what winter brings, I fly 


Am                     F                            C 
   And as it turns out, this fickle heart in my chest 
                         G                     
Sometimes it beats for everything but what is best 
Am                      F                          C 
   But when I turn down   this voice I hear in my head 
                     G                    Am 
I give you room to speak and offer life instead 
         F                   C                      G               Am                   
So take all of these idols, all of these idols and lay them to rest 
         F                   C          G 
So take all of these idols, all of my idols 


F                  Am              C                         G 
  And all this time, addicted I, desperate for more and more 
F                       Am                   C                     G 
  I chase the high but every single time, I come down lower than before 
        F             Am            C                   G 
These empty words are on repeat and I can see they’re killing me 
     F                Am             G 
But still I find that I believe the lies 


Am                     F                            C 
   And as it turns out, this fickle heart in my chest 
                         G                     
Sometimes it beats for everything but what is best 
Am                      F                          C 
   But when I turn down   this voice I hear in my head 
                     G                    Am 
I give you room to speak and offer life instead 
         F                   C                      G               Am                   
So take all of these idols, all of these idols and lay them to rest 
         F                   C          G 
So take all of these idols, all of my idols 


Am    C    G          Am          C       G 
   I am a well run dry, I am a clouded, starless sky 
Am      C        G             Am           C     G  
   Without Your breath of life    I would surely die 
     Am            C           G 
But You gave your life for mine 


Am                     F                            C 
   And as it turns out, this fickle heart in my chest 
                         G                     
Sometimes it beats for everything but what is best 
Am                      F                          C 
   But when I turn down   this voice I hear in my head 
                     G                    Am 
I give you room to speak and offer life instead 

                     F                            C 
   And as it turns out, this fickle heart in my chest 
                         G                     
Sometimes it beats for everything but what is best 
Am                      F                          C 
   But when I turn down   this voice I hear in my head 
                     G                    Am 
I give you room to speak and offer life instead 
         F                   C                      G               Am                   
So take all of these idols, all of these idols and lay them to rest 
         F                   C               G        Am 
So take all of these idols, all of my idols yeah yeah 
         F                   C                   G               Am                   
So take all of these idols, all of my idols and lay them to rest 
         F                   C          G 
So take all of these idols, all of my idols yeah  

*Instrumental: | F  Am | C  G | F  Am | G |