Verse 1
E - C# - A
So still without it,
And smoke to much without it.
Still tied, to Whale swim under.
Who cares of feeling,
When hanging from the ceiling.
In short, patience had run its course.
Chorus
E - C#m - F#m - B
I'm feeling better now
I'm killing in the City.
No real reason, I just wanna hear a screaming,
Tram passing, an awful sound.
Too much style, not enough grace.
Swiss, Humanist Typefaces,
Are under with The Swimming Whale,
With The Swimming Whale.
Verse 2
And rip the heart out,
Of Men, Women and Children.
To find, new meaning in my life.
When fog, gets thicker.
Head heavier with liquor.
I'm tied to Whale swim under.
Chorus
I'm feeling better now,
I'm killing in the City.
No real reason I just wanna hear a screaming,
Tram crashing, through Library.
Too much style, not enough grace.
Swiss Humanist Typefaces,
Are under with The Swimming Whale
With The Swimming Whale.
Outro
E - F#m - C#m
Wha - wha - whale
Wha - wha - whale
Wha - when everything breaks.
Hold up my hands,
Give up the chase.
So Still, without it.
