How To Explain
The Cat EmpireVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with music from our lips
And steals a kiss and blows it
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And moods are made and set but shift
This place where skies are low
And birds are big
We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have learned to cheat the time
And find the hours
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
And how it raged
How to explain?
Something makes me howl
And shiver to the core
Ah outside if it was raining
Then inside there'd be a storm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
And a pair of knees to spring
And a pair of balls for strength
And a pair of lungs to sing
And these simple chords
That say: music is the language of us all
To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in store
And what is more the thing that sings us
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
I find it hard to speak emotional
Cos these things are the things that
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
The memory from our heads
Once I wrote to play's
To be immortal for a night
And despite the unknown hours
Something happens
When the light turns out the lights
Then we fade and yawn
To music that's the language of us all
HAYMAN
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Readable chord sheet for How To Explain by The Cat Empire
[G]Wh[F]en [E]a room becomes an altar And what beast that must exist It flies with mu[Dm6]sic from our lips And steals a ki[F]ss and blows it [Dm6]Out into the mis[E]t Where castles stand on cliffs And cobbled streets they wind and drift And m[Dm6]oods are made and set but shift This p[F]lace where skies are low [Dm6]And birds are[E] big We went to sleep in day And woke again the same day We have le[Dm6]arned to cheat the time And find the ho[F]urs That the c[Dm6]locks cannot def[E]ine As I looked up from that stage I felt the thing that had been m[Dm6]ade And how it raged And how it r[F]aged How to ex[Dm]plain? Something makes me howl And shiv[G7]er to the core Ah outsi[Am]de if it was raining Then insi[F]de there'd be a [G]storm We've got a pa[Am]ir of hands for climbing And a pair of [F]knees to spring [G] And a pa[Am]ir of balls for strength And a pair of l[F]ungs to sing [G] And these[Am] simple chords That say: music i[F]s the lang[F]uage of us al[G]l [Am] [E] [Am] [E] [G] [F] To write these so[E]ngs is to be written Ah the chorus always knows What is in sto[Dm6]re And what is more the thing that sin[F]gs us Is [Dm6]the thing that makes us roa[E]r I felt that beast 'kisso my neck We clapped our hands And heard them s[F]pread There was a trumpet and [Dm6]a call A p[F]ack of Spaniards screamed for mo[E]re Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all [Am] [E] [Am] [E] I find it [Dm]hard to speak emotional Cos these t[G7]hings are the things that Can't be s[C]aid And when it's struck it strikes The memo[F]ry from our h[G]eads O[Am]nce I wrote to play's To be im[F]mortal for a n[G]ight And d[Am]espite the unknown hours Something ha[F]ppens When the l[G]ight turns out the l[C]ights Then we fade and yaw[Am]n To mus[F]ic that's the language of us [G]all HAYMAN