^A, ^E, ^D 4x Well, you ^Aknow i don't like you but you ^Ewanna be my ^Dfriend There are bodies on the ^Eceiling and they're ^Dfluttering their ^Awings It's ok, i'm angry but you'll ^Enever under^Dstand When you dream of ^EMichelangelo they ^Dhang above your ^Ahands

And i ^Bmknow that she is not my ^Efriend And i ^Bmknow cause there she goes ^Dwalking on my ^Eskin again

And i can't see why you wanna talk to me When your vision of America is crystalline and clean I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain But from the walls of Michelangelo i'm dangling again And i know that she is not my friend And i know cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again

^A, ^DSaturn on a line...^Ea sun afire strings and wires to ^Dspin above my head and make it right ^A, ^DBut any time you like you can ^Ecatch a sight of angel eyes all ^Demptiness and ^Einfinite

And i dream of Michelangelo when i'm lying in my bed I see God upon the ceiling, i see angels overhead And it seems so close as he reaches out his hand But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand And i know that she is not my friend And i know cause there she goes walking, walking, walking And i know that she is not my friend And i know cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again

^AOn my ^Dmind...oh ^ALord no... Yes she's ^Dwalking on my ^Eskin again and ^Aagain

Counting Crows - When I Dream Of Michelangelo