Into The Airwaves
Jack's MannequinVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
From an empty room on the first floor
As the cars pass by the liqour store
I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano
And it's all that I can do to stay with
All the things I didn't say to you
Before you moved across the country
And from the burning building where I lay
As I watch the stars become the day
The L.A. girls were lacing up their sneakers
They run the boardwalks and the beach
This fishbowl life is all they need
It's everything I needed, too Until I heard the news
I'll send this message through the speakers, they told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency
I'm slipping through, I'm slipping through
I'm slipping into the airwaves
And this is nothing new, you are slipping through
My fingers and into the airwaves, the static's where you'll find me
From the corner by the studio
The gold-soaked afternoon comes slow
I deconstruct my thoughts and I am walking by
On Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive, but
Something's not so right inside
Living with the news
So hold on, it's gonna be hard day
So hang on, now. Don't panic
Don't panic, there simply is no need
Repeat: F Bb C Bb (till the end of the song)
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Readable chord sheet for Into The Airwaves by Jack's Mannequin
From an [C]empty room on the fi[F]rst floor As the c[Bb]ars pass by the liqo[F]ur store I decon[C]struct my tho[F]ughts at this p[Bb]iano And it's [C]all that I can do to [F]stay with All the t[Bb]hings I didn't say [F]to you Before yo[C]u moved ac[F]ross the cou[Bb]ntry And fr[C]om the burning building [F]where I lay As I w[Bb]atch the stars become th[F]e day The L[C].A. girls were lac[F]ing up their sn[Bb]eakers They [C]run the boardwalks and the [F]beach This f[Bb]ishbowl life is all they [F]need It's e[C]verything I n[F]eeded, to[Bb]o Until I heard the news I[Dm]'ll send this me[F]ssage through the sp[Bb]eakers, they told me that you moved I[Dm]'ll cross this cou[F]ntry on a frequenc[Bb]y I[F]'m sli[Bb]pping through, I'm [C]slipping through I'm slipping [F]into the air[Bb]waves [C] A[F]nd this is no[Bb]thing new, you are s[C]lipping through My f[F]ingers and into the [Bb]airwaves, t[C]he static's where you'll find me From the corner by the studio The gold-soaked afternoon comes slow I deconstruct my thoughts and I am walking by On Third Street, the freakshow thrives Santa Monica's alive, but Something's not so right inside Living with the news [Ending] So [F]hold on, it's g[Bb]onna be hard d[C]ay So [Bb]hang on, [F]now. Don't[Bb] panic Don[C]'t panic, there[Bb] simply is no need Repeat: F Bb C Bb (till the end of the song)