==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