Old Crows Alexisonfire [Intro] Abm Abm A F# x2 [Verse 1] [Abm] Old crows ride [Abm]in the mouth of the [A]beast Sleep beneath it's [F#]tongue, cradled by it's [Abm]teeth We roam from [Abm]shore to shore From the [A]open sky to the [F#]ocean floor [Abm] The more we [Abm]move, the less we [A]are ourselves[F#] [Abm] And when we finally [Abm]stop, we change to s[A]omething else[F#] [Pre-Chorus] [Abm] As rapid as, a [A]river [F#]flows [Abm] As frigid as, the [A]cold wind can b[F#]low [Abm] As dev (azchords.com)