| C | G | |
| the | rain starts off and it | wakes you up |
| E | Am | C | F | |
| you can't sleep with that | racket on the roof |
| C | G | |
| you | get up slow but you can | 't get going |
| E | Am | C | F | |
| it s | eems this morning the | lowness has won |
| C | G | E | |
| did you sto | p to see? medio | crity and your sel | f pity, |
| Am | C | F | |
| they were s | tealing a kiss, look at their lips, st | ill shiny |
| C | G | |
| did you | notice that | happiness |
| E | Am | C | F | |
| happens less the more | often you stop to find where it's been | hiding |
| C | G | |
| you say, "it's | not my fault that i | get so low |
| E | Am | |
| there's a we | ight on my soul that just keeps | pulling me down, |
| C | F | |
| it's pulling me down, i swear i | t" |
| Am | G | C | F | |
| so come on by my hous | e and un | leash me your m | onsters |
| Am | G | C | F | |
| with you | at the healm | we'll go c | rashing around toge | ther |
| Am | G | C | F | |
| and do | n't mistake some in | itial hate for | something more than ca | utionary |
| Am | G | C | F | |
| cause | baby this is love | , i'll come | down to hell to | keep you company |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| of a | ll the days we've | got we should be scr | eaming o | ut... |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| of a | ll the days we've | got we should be | singing.. | . |
| C G Am G x2 |
| C | G | Am | |
| what's to be done? | one hundred and one |
| G | C | |
| in a tent for twel | ve with fingers and el | bows |
| G | Am | |
| in innocent rib | s, we're minding our busi | ness |
| G | C | |
| we're just minding our bus | iness instead of minding our minds |
| G | Am | |
| in times when the stor | ms will ravage your clo | thes, |
| G | C | |
| the sound and the c | olour could render you blind |
| G | Am | |
| and the throes of a night | mare can sing you to sl | eep |
| G | C | |
| then some foreign mach | ine wakes you up at a mean | hour |
| G | Am | |
| but heaven is ther | e, under your hair | , |
| G | C | |
| it hides in the n | oon noise way up in the a | ir |
| G | Am | |
| like a bird on the bre | eze |
| G | C | |
| waiting for you a | nd maybe me to | o |
| (C) G Am G x2 |
| C | G | Am | |
| whats there to do? | one hundred and tw | o |
| G | C | |
| are out on the door | step and they're pushing the b | olts back |
| G | Am | |
| they're wanting in | , they're humming our h | ymn |
| G | C | |
| everybodys singing like | beautiful | birds... |
| G | Am | C | |
| everybodys singing like | beautiful | birds... |
| C | G | Am | G | |
| in the trees, | listen to it, | it's easy man, | you can do it too |
| C | G | Am | G | |
| sing: i | know what i wan | t |
| C | G | Am | G | |
| i | know what i need |
| cause it's the simplest thing |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| of a | ll the nights we've got | we should be ste | pping o | ut... |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| of a | ll the nights we've got | we should be ste | pping o | ut... |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| of a | ll the nights we touch | we should be swin | ging around from ho | use to house |
| C | G | |
| if i could cheer you up it would mean | so much, |
| Am | G | Am | F | |
| clowns in love and | laughing it off, | laughing it off, | laughing it off |
| C | G | |
| you say, "its | not my fault that i | get so low |
| E | Am | E | |
| but to | drown you too, that's a | sick way to love, it's a | sick way to love, |
| F | |
| it's a fucking | sick way to love" |