Intro: E G#m C#m A

verse:
E G#m E F#m D A E
icy waters come between us in the shelf life stock in the morning
E G#m E F#m D A E
I see rivers split to deltas and trickle into the ocean

chorus:
F#m G#m
and with my bow and my arrow
G
i will aim towards my atlas
F#m E
and where i hit i'll go
F#m G#m
and in my chosen location
G
i will croon a sorry sermon
F#m E
and tune my base to dead