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.