Metric - Art of Doubt: chords

   Am
Where do failed imposters go?
Burn the book that says you took the
 Em
High road, high road
 Am
Autumn, the fog rolls low
Over rooftops far below the
 Em
High road, high road
   Am
Springtime, the vespers chime
Blossoms fill the trees that line the
 Em
High road, high road

  C
Where did all your worries go?
 Am
Now I guess we'll never know
               Em
How you hit the
Well, how you hit the

            C             G    F#   Em
You said "don't let your heart give out"
       C            G     F#   Em
No, I won't let my heart give out
           C               G    F#  Em
You said "don't let your breath run out"
       C              G    F#  Em
No, I won't let my breath run out

Chorus:
            C                Em
Well it's true, I push too hard I guess
   Bm            Am
To use whatever fuel is left
        C                G   F#  Am  Em
At its best it's all the art of doubt

Well, I really don't know how we call this peace
'Cause it's a goddamn shame about the wall
to wall wars
Pleading self-defence but the story's old
Murder's worth it, we're told
There's a promise on the way, yeah
I don't believe what they say

You said "don't let your heart give out"
No, I won't let my heart give out
You said "don't let your breath run out"
No, I won't let my breath run out

Chorus:
Well, it's magical, your meaningless
Habitual, mundane excess
At its best it's all the art of doubt
Doubt

Now we gotta take it upon ourselves
Next time the kick drum starts
Drag your mind from the gutter babe
All this isolation's sinister
So be kind to yourself
There will never be another you
There's just nobody else that's you

You said "don't let your heart give out"
No, I won't let my heart give out
You said "don't let your breath run out"
No, I won't let my breath run out

Chorus:
            C               Em
Well it's true, I push too hard I guess
   Bm            Am
To use whatever fuel is left
            C               Em
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
   Bm            Am
To use whatever fuel is left
            C               Em
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
   Bm            Am
To use whatever fuel is left
        C                G  F#   Em
At its best it's all the art of doubt
        C                G  F#   Em
At its best it's all the art of