Of Montreal - Spike the senses

^Am7 Every second^Dm7 of every minute of the day ^Em7 I let ^Dm7my fancy ^Cmaj7play And if the ^Cmaj9feeling strikes me ^Fmaj7 I ^A7deliquesce in the ^Dm7sky without waving good^G7bye

^Am7 While contemplating^Dm7 a fractured pale cathedral wall ^Em7 Death can't ^Dm7touch me at ^Cmaj7all Let its ra^Cmaj9pacious fingers^Fmaj7 with ^A7venomous stingers ^Dm7try I'd like to see it ^G7try

^ETry to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A E}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A B}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A E}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the sens^Des

^Am7 I had a vision^Dm7 of vinyl spiders in a cage ^Em7 And now I ^Dm7avoid the ^Cmaj7stage Because though it ^Cmaj9was a trifle ^Fmaj7 I ^A7still can't stifle the ^Dm7fear that they might just ^G7reappear

^ETry to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A E}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A B}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the senses Till ^Deverything goes white ^{A E}Try to find a way to ^Gspike the sens^Des

^BbClimbing, climbing, climbing, ^Fmaj7never falling If ^A7it was up to me I'd ^Bbfreak the clouds Let them ^Am7fall and drip to the ^Gmsea I think the ^Bbchemicals have done ^Am7Some evil thing to ^Dme