Blue October - Come In Closer chords

Blue October
Come In Closer
History For Sale

Played all throughout the song: Capo 1
E-------------------------------------------------|
B-3-3-3-3-3-3/1-1-1-1-1-1-------------------------|
G-------------------------2-2-2-2-2-2/3-3-3-3-3-3-|
D-------------------------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------|

E-------------------------------------------------|
B-----------1-1-1-1-1-1/3-3-3-3-3-3/1-1-1-1-1-1-1-|
G-2-2-2-2-2---------------------------------------|
D-------------------------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------|

Chords:
D-xx023x
C-x3201x
A-x022xx
Bb-x133xx

Capo 1
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/b/blue-october/251257.html ]
          D                           C
The first born, my heart will call Truly
  A                   Bb
A God-like boy of the sky
    A                        C
The fog hissed away like a movie
    D                          C
And serpents go home for the night
    D                              C
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
        A                         Bb
And the clowns put on makeup for show
    A                                   C
The knife on my skin crawl kind of evening
                        D
Yeah how the wind she blows
                       C
And how the wind she blows


                  D
But I want you to come in closer
                C
Come in closer, come in closer
A
Come in closer, come in closer
Bb              A
Come in closer, come in closer
   C       D          C
In closer, ooh, ooh

We'll come dancing with devils
Need not know their name
But we'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
And our souls become useless
As the day they were born
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm

But still the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand (His words became sand)
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm