F C7 F Sometimes the windows combine with the seams F7 in a way C# Gm7-5 That twitches on a peak at the place where A7sus4 the spirit was slain Dm C# One foot leads to another F Fmaj7 Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers D# D#m Sequins in the eyes A# That's a fine time to dine Fdim Divine who's circling, feeding the cards F to the midwives C7 F Who love those alien days C7 F The nonstop alien days C7 F Mmm the alien days Must've skipped the ship and joined the team for a ride A couple hours to learn the controls and commandeer both my eyes Hey! Be quick dear, times are uncertain, one month crawling, next year blurring Decades in the drain, monograms on the brain Decide what's working and what's moved on to the last phase The floodgate alien days I love those alien days Mmm...the alien days F# G# C# When the peels are down it feels like traveling in style F# G# A# You don't need wings to hover forty ton stones for a mile D#m And in the summer, virgin visions D#6 Mindless humming numbers can't F# G# Dm7-5 decide if the day's supposed to smile Today, find infinite ways it could be plenty worse It's a blessing but it's also a curse Those days taught me everything I know How to catch a feeling and when to let it go How all the scheming, soulless creatures Can't find dreamer's honey in the hive If it's right beneath the nose And when the light is new, the sky shows trembling cartoons You don't need smoke to cover most of the world in a gloom But here comes racer number 7 Watch my fingers ripping out the lines If it looks like we could lose If it looks like we could lose If it looks like we could lose If it looks like we could lose | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A7 A7sus4 C# C7 Dm D# D#m D#6 Dm7 F F# Fmaj7 Fdim F7 G# Gm7 |