Sleeper 1972 Manchester Orchestra By Candler English W[G]hen [G/F#]my dad d[D]ied the [G]worms ate out [G/F#]both his e[Em]yes. His s[G]oul flew right [G/F#]up in the s[Em]ky and I cr[G]ied myself to s[Bm]leep.[A][G] M[G]y m[G/F#]other l[D]ies a[G]lone on her [G/F#]back at n[Em]ight, Ad[G]ding up h[G/F#]ours till her d[Em]emise, s[G]he counts herself to s[Bm]leep.[A][G] W[G]hen my [G/F#]sister f[D]inds my b[G]ody closed [G/F#]up like the b[Em]linds, I [G]tell her I [G/F#]promise its f[Em]ine, (guitaretab.com)