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.