Standard (EADGBE)
Short sleeves and warm skin
Loosing coins calling next of kin
Dropping words about he city were in
Bones compressed by heavy air
Us without, catch us falling there
Gods in our world
You and I were flying so high
Yeah,-(don-t know the lyric here!)
Our land can not (don-t know lyric!!)
We don-t need oxygen-----
---.song follows same chord pattern throughout, just listen for the changes.
If you can work out the octave bit in the build up to the chorus send it to me.