Tabbed By Stanley

A5                              E5
We're just whistling past the graveyard
                            A5
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
                                 E5
Don't know ourselves well but so what

We know each other
B5
Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
E5
Trying to straighten out my spine
F#min
It's been folding in the moments that I need it
D5
I'm obsessing over finish lines
B5
Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
E5
Said I remind you of a joke
F#min
I think you might actually me on to something 
D5                                            E5
There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously 

A5 , E5 x2

A5                                         E5
We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
                                           A5
But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
                                    E5
And I still pull my hands past your ribcage 
                           B5                      E5             
Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
        B5           E5
For as long as you'd like
                                        A5
And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed 
                           E5                               A5
Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
                    E5
Glowing in radiant madness
                      B5
Certain of all we're become

B5 , E5 x4

B5                                          E5
Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
F#min                                         D5
Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
B5                                         E5
Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
F#min                                    D5
Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2)


A5                              E5
We're just whistling past the graveyard

donezo.