Hey Rosetta! - The simplest thing

the ^Crain starts off and it ^Gwakes you up ^Eyou can't sleep with that ^Amracket on the roof ^{C F} you ^Cget up slow but you can^G't get going it s^Eeems this morning the ^Amlowness has won ^{C F} did you sto^Cp to see? medio^Gcrity and your sel^Ef pity, they were s^Amtealing a kiss, look at their lips, st^Cill shiny ^F did you ^Cnotice that ^Ghappiness ^Ehappens less the more ^Amoften you stop to find where it's been ^Chiding ^F you say, "^Cit's not my fault th^Gat i get so low there's a we^Eight on my soul that just keeps ^Ampulling me down, it's pulling me down, i swear i^Ct&qu^Fot;

^Amso come on by my hous^Ge and un^Cleash me your m^Fonsters with you^Am at the healm^G we'll go c^Crashing around toge^Fther and do^Amn't mistake some in^Gitial hate for^C something more than ca^Futionary cause ^Ambaby this is love^G, i'll come ^Cdown to hell to ^Fkeep you company

of a^Amll the days we've ^Fgot we should be scr^Ceaming o^Gut... of a^Amll the days we've ^Fgot we should be ^Csinging..^G.

in a tent for twel^Gve with fingers and el^Cbows in innocent rib^Gs, we're minding our busi^Amness we're just minding our bus^Giness instead of minding our minds ^C in times when the stor^Gms will ravage your clo^Amthes, the sound and the c^Golour could render you blind^C and the throes of a night^Gmare can sing you to sl^Ameep then some foreign mach^Gine wakes you up at a mean^C hour but heaven is ther^Ge, under your hair^Am, it hides in the n^Goon noise way up in the a^Cir like a bird on the bre^Geze ^Am waiting for you a^Gnd maybe me to^Co

are out on the door^Gstep and they're pushing the b^Colts back they're wanting in^G, they're humming our h^Amymn everybodys singing like^G beautiful ^Cbirds... everybodys singing like^G beautiful ^Ambirds... ^C (C) G Am G in the trees, listen to it, it's easy man, you can do it too ^Csing: i^G know what i wan^Amt ^{G C}i ^G know what i need^{Am G}

of a^Amll the nights we've got^F we should be ste^Cpping o^Gut... of a^Amll the nights we've got^F we should be ste^Cpping o^Gut... of a^Amll the nights we touch^F we should be swin^Cging around from ho^Guse to house

^Cif i could cheer you up it would mean^G so much, ^Amclowns in love and ^Glaughing it off, ^Amlaughing it off, ^Flaughing it off you say, "^C;its not my fault th^Gat i get so low but to ^Edrown you too, that's a ^Amsick way to love, it's a ^Esick way to love, it's a fucking ^Fsick way to love"