Death Cab For Cutie - Talking like turnstiles

^GSometimes I talk like a ^Cadd9turnstile ^Gwhen I have had too much to ^Cadd9drink

^GA tangled tongue like English ^Cadd9Ivy ^GJust like a film dubbed out of ^Cadd9sync

^GThe phone is ringing in the ^Cadd9guest room ^GA muffled voice on the ^Cadd9machine

^GIt's either someone I don't want to ^Cadd9talk to ^GOr someone selling what I don't ^Cadd9need

'Cause I'm ^Dwaiting for ^Gyou to come on home^Cadd9 Verse 2: Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter My bottle shatters on the floor And you apologize profusely for the drunkard on your arm

^GAnd I'll ^Dchange, love, ^Cadd9change, love ^EmChange for you ^G

Cause ^Deven ^Cadd9slurred words ^Emcan contain some ^Gtruth I'll ^Dchange, love, ^Cadd9change, love

^EmChange for you^G When ^DI am ^Cadd9ready to ^G