G D We're just whistling past the graveyard G Laughing in backseats and restaurants D Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Am Floating down from all my mixed up meditations D Trying to straighten out my spine Em It's been folding in the moments that I need it C I'm obsessing over finish lines Am Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me D
Said I remind you of a joke Em I think you might actually me on to something C D There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously G,D x2 G D We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane G But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain D And I still pull my hands past your ribcage Am D Hoping my movements might find their place at your side Am D For as long as you'd like G And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed D G Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress D Glowing in radiant madness Am Certain of all we're become Am, D x4 Am D Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds Em C Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind Am D Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt Em C D Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2) G D We're just whistling past the graveyard
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