==PART A==
F5 C5 F5 F5
Sometimes the windmills combine with the suns in a way
C#5 G5 A5 A5
That twitches on a picketed place where the spirits lay, hey
D5 D5 F5 F5
One thing leads to another, nights for sleep blue curtains cover
Eb5 Eb5 Bb5 Bb5
Sequins in the eyes, that's a fine time to dine
B5 B5
Divine hair circling feeding the cards to the midwives
F5 C5 F5 C5
Love those alien days, the nonstop alien days
F5 C5 F5 F5 (drums and bass come in)
Oh, the alien days
==PART A'==
F5 C5 F5 F5
Must have scared the ship in joining the team for a ride.
C#5 G5 A5 A5
A couple of hours to learn the controls and commandeer both my eyes, hey
D5 D5 F5 F5
Be quick dear, times are uncertain, one month crawling, next year blurring
Eb5 Eb5 Bb5 Bb5
Decades in the drain, monograms on the brain
B5 B5
Decide what's working and what's moved on to the
F5 C5 F5 C5
last phase. The floodgate alien days, I love those alien days
F5 C5 F5 F5
Oh, the alien days
==PART B==
F#5 Ab5 C#5 C#5
When the piers are down the ears are traveling in style.
F#5 Ab5 Bb5 Bb5
You don't need wings to hover forty ton stones for a mile
Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 Eb5
And in the summer, virgin fishes, mindless humming, thunders can't decide
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
If the day's supposed to smile
F5 C5 F5 C5
(synth line:
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
AGA5 - F5 - GD -------- AbGAb5 - F5 - GDb ----- - F5 E5 )
Bb5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
(synth line:
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
--A-DC#DE -------- F-D-E-C#- A-G-F-E-)
A5 A5 A5 A5
(synth line: guitar:
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
FEF5 - AGAD -- - AFDA- Ab5 G5 Ab5 F5 - G5 Eb5 Eb5 E# Ab5 Bb5 C#--)
D5 D5 C#5 C#5
==PART A''==
F5 C5 F5 F5
Today I finally found ways it could be any worse.
C#5 G5 G5 G5
It's a blessing and it's also a curse
G5 G5 G5 G5
==PART B'==
F#5 Ab5 C#5 C#5
Those days taught me everything I know
F#5 Ab5 Bb5 Bb5
How to catch your feeling and when to let it go
Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 Eb5
How all the skinny soulless creatures campfire dreamers humming in the
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
hive, if it's right beneath the nose
F#5 Ab5 C#5 C#5
And when the light is new the skies show strangling cartoons
F#5 Ab5 Bb5 Bb5
You don't need smoke to cover most of the world in a gloom but
Eb5 Eb5 Eb5 Eb5
Here comes Lucy and her servant, watch white feathers, ripping out the
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
lines, if it looks like we could lose
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
If it looks like we could lose
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
If it looks like we could lose
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5
If it looks like we could lose
(synth line:
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
Bb---- - Bb5 C5 Ab5 - F-- - Eb- F------- --------)
F#5 Ab5 F5 F5 x 10
