Andrew Bird - Armchairs

^BmI dreamed you were a cosmonaut ^EmOf the space between our ^Dchair^Ems And I was a cart^Bmographer ^EmOf the tangles in your ^Dhai^Emr

^EmI sang the song that silence brings It's the^G one that everybody knows Yah, everybody know^Bms the song that silence sings And th^Gis is how it g^Does

^BmThese looms that weave apocrypha ^EmThey're hanging from a ^Dstran^Emd These dark and empty ^Bmrooms are full ^EmOf incandescent ^Dhand^Ems

^EmAwkward pause ^EmFatal flaws ^EmAnd time, it's a crooked b^Gow ^GTime’s a crooked bow

^GIn time you need to learn to love ^EmThe ebb just like the fl^Dow

^EmGrab h^Amold of your bootst^Emraps, and pull like ^Bmhell Till gravity feels sorry for y^A#ou, and lets you ^Cgo ^CAs if you lack the proper chemicals to k^A#now The w^Cay it felt the last time you l^Aet yourself fal^A#l this low

^A#Time, time it’s a croo^Dmked bow Time's a crooked^A# bow Time's a crooked^Dm bow ^COh ^A#

^A#Fifty-five and three-eighths years later^{C A#}At the bottom of this gigantic crate^Amr ^A#An armchair calls to you^{C A#}Yeah, this armchair calls to you

^A#And it says, I think someday We'll get back at them all With epoxy and a pair of pliers As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl Through the ragweed and barbed wire

^A#You didn't write You didn't ^Amcall ^A#It didn't c^Cmross your mind at^C all^{Dm Dm}Through the waves The waves of AM sq^Cuall You couldn't f^Cmeel a thing at ^Dmall ^DmFifty-five and three-eighths ^A#Time ^DmFifty-five and three-eighths ^A#Time ^DmTime ^A#Time ^Dm