C And I could never tell as a kid What that window door went to Em7 Only told to stay away I almost had an accident, age 6 C When I found the key in the attic And now the smell of these wood frames Em7 Is the only sense I've left So as you pull me from the bed C Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
C Em7 Am (x2 or 4) C And since you are my friend I would ask that you lower me down slow Em7 And tell the man in the black cloak He doesn't need to trouble his good soul c With those Latin conjugations And if it's all the same to them Em7 You should tell your gathering friends Please not to purse their faces grim C On such a lovely Sunday C Em7 Don't fix my smile, life is long enough C We will put this flesh into the ground again [x6]