Cages Deas Vail I can't stand the mechanical breath, [Em]And i'm scared I could slowly love you to death. I can [D]never let go. [Em]On and on we are counting the formulas. [Em]We've become the modern equation, The [D]numbers of hope. And [C]I wont [G]feed us li[D]es here, They're not [C]giving [G]us much [D]time. I'd give [Am]anything to [G]make it be[D]tter, baby. [Am]This is something [G]I can't ch[D]ange. Oh, this [Am]silence could go [G]on fore[D]ver. Am I [Am]walking with you [G]in you (guitaretab.com)