| F | Am | |
| Mr Violin, I | love you |
| B | F | |
| From a | treetop, in a | fishknot |
| F | Am | |
| I was high on my | own big thoughts |
| B | |
| What if the | sun drops |
| F | |
| What if my | heart stops |
| Mr Violin, you almost |
| Hit a bum note |
| With your bent bo |
| I was high on the whole big show |
| What if my soul sinks |
| What if my heart floats |
| B | F | |
| For the sun did | swing |
| B | F | |
| Like a tange | rine |
| B | F | |
| Till we couldn't grab | on |
| F | C | |
| To the burning | ring |
| Mr Dancing Bear, I love you |
| In a flower patch |
| Where the birds hatch |
| I was crooked to the green grass |
| What if the day ends |
| Whenever my heart splats |
| Mr Dancing Bear, they almost |
| Called you magic, out of habit |
| I was sore from all the laughing |
| I loved you in habit |
| Banked on your magic |
| B | F | |
| For the sun did | swing |
| B | F | |
| Like a | tangerine |
| B | F | |
| Till we couldn't grab | on |
| F | C | |
| to the burning | ring |
| B | F | |
| Every crooked | tooth |
| B | F | |
| Kept our lips from | truth |
| B | F | |
| I had almost | survived |
| F | C | |
| And so did | you |
| B | F | |
| But the rings in-between the old | family tree |
| B | F | |
| Are crooked for you as they're c | rooked for me |
| B | F | |
| You get what you get when you | bite from the tree |
| B | F | |
| A crooked-er you and a | crooked-er me |
| But the rings in-between the old family tree |
| Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me |
| You get what you get when you bite from the tree |
| A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me |
| B | F | |
| They want a crooked-er you and a | crooked-er me |
| They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me |
| They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me |
| They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me |