C
Your neck is getting sore
F
staring down that winding road.
            Am                 G
You’ve been standing there for years.
C
You’re crumbling where you’ve grown,
   F
no statue built of stone,
       Am                G
you're made of flesh and tears.

Chorus:
Am                  F
Draw your cardboard sword
Am                 F
And cut your heavy shadows
            C  F  C  F
To let them go…


     C
Your skin is growing thick
     F
from standing out in the cold
         Am               G
and your eyes are growing wide.
     C
Your head is getting sick.
       F
You'll breathe until your breath won't come.
       Am                   G
You’ve seen it all and it’s time.

Chorus:
Am                  F
Draw your cardboard sword
Am                 F
And cut your heavy shadows
            C  F  C  F  C  F
To let them go…