| G | |
| Cherry picking through the stars |
| Em | |
| And | falling cannonballs |
| Am | |
| Waiting for the break of dawn |
| C | G | |
| To | start its morning crawl |
| G | |
| Polluted rays of filtered light |
| Em | |
| Tropical and warm |
| Am | |
| Making shadows through |
| C | D | |
| The snow white | resin covered | skulls |
| C | D | Em | D | |
| Happy | birthday. | .. to the | war. | .. |
| Chorus: |
| C | |
| Standing | by the wall |
| Am | |
| A | rainbow made of stars |
| Dm | |
| Under | seven different shades of grey |
| F | |
| Spreading | out across the arc |
| C | |
| Days of | wonder spent |
| Am | |
| Out there killing time |
| Dm | |
| Now this | may not leave a mark on me |
| F | |
| But I | sure as hell was there |