e|---------------|
B|---------------|
G|---------------|
D|-------0-2-0---|
A|---0-2------3--|
E|-3-------------|
e|----------------------------------|
B|------1------1------0------0------|
G|-----0------0------0------0-------|
D|----2------2------2------2--------|
A|-3------0------2------0-------3---|
E|----------------------------------|
e|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------|
B|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------|
G|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------|
D|----------------------------|---------------------|--------2----|
A|-------0-0---2-2------------|---2/3--2--0---0h2---|----0-2---3--|
E|-3-3---------------0-0---3--|-3-----------3-------|--3----------|
| C | |
| I dreamed you were a cosmonaut |
| G | |
| of the space between our chairs |
| C | |
| and I was a cartographer |
| G | |
| of the tangles in your hair |
| Am/F | |
| I sighed a song that silence brings |
| it's the one that everybody knows |
| oh everybody knows |
| C | |
| the song that silence sings |
| G (intro riff) |
| and this was how it goes |
| C | |
| these looms that weave apocryphal |
| G | |
| they're hanging from a strand |
| C | |
| these dark and empty rooms were full |
| G | |
| of incandescent hands |
| Am/F | |
| an awkward pause |
| Am/F | |
| a fatal flaw |
| Am/F | |
| time it's a crooked bow |
| C | |
| oh time's a crooked | bow |
| in time you need to learn to love |
| G | |
| the ebb just like the | flow |
| D7 | Bm7 | |
| grab hold of your | bootstraps |
| Em | |
| and pull like | hell, |
| E | Am | |
| 'til gr | avity feels sorry for | you, |
| D | |
| and lets you | go |
| G | C | C/B | |
| as if you | lack the proper chemicals to | know, | oh |
| Am | Bm | |
| the | way it felt the last time you let | yourself |
| Am/F | |
| fall this low |
| Am/F | |
| time, oh time |
| C | |
| it's a crooked | bow |
| C/F# | |
| time's a crooked | bow |
| C/F | C/G | |
| time's a crooked | bow |
| F | G | |
| fifty-five and three-eighths yea | rs later |
| F | G | |
| at the bottom of this gig | antic crater |
| F | G | |
| a | n armchair calls to you |
| F | G | |
| yeah this ar | mchair calls to y | ou |
| C | |
| and it says that som | e day |
| Cmaj7 | |
| we'll get back at th | em all |
| G | |
| with epoxy and a pair of pliers |
| C | Cmaj7 | |
| as ancient sea slugs begin to | crawl |
| G | |
| through the ragweed and barbed | wire |
| C | G | |
| you didn't write you didn't | call |
| F | G | |
| it didn't cross your mind at | all |
| C | |
| and through the | waves |
| G | |
| the waves of a.m. | squall |
| F | G | |
| you couldn't feel a thing at | all |
| Am/F | G | |
| your fifty-five and three-eighths | tall |
| Am/F | G | |
| fifty-five and three-eighths | tall |
| Am/F | G | |
| time |
| (Finishes on a hig |