Radical Face - Nightclothes

We ^Amcrept ^Gfrom the ^Croom The ^Ammoon^Glight ^Cspilled down the ^Fhall And I ^Amtip^Gtoed with ^Cyou Then we ^Amclimbed out the ^Gwindow And ^Amthere ^Gin the ^Cyard Our ^Amnight^Gclothes ^Cblowing in the ^Fbreeze And you ^Amlooked ^Gup at the ^Csky And said the ^Ammoon would be ^Gours

^FAnd all this ^Ctime I hear those ^Gwords like bombs in the ^Fdistance And oh my mind, ^CI can still smell the ^Grain in the ^Fair But time's gone ^Cby And I'm not the kid I ^Gwas on that even^Fing And somewhere ^Cinside I hope you still ^Gsee me just the way I was ^Fbefore I walked away

^AmMud ^Gon your ^Cdress ^AmBlood ^Gstains on the ^Cknees of my ^Fpants And ^Amwe went in ^Gsearch of the ^Cmoon 'cause you ^Amsaid that you ^Gknew where it ^Cslept in the ^Fday So we ^Amgathered ^Gup our ^Ctools: A ^Amsling-^Gshot in case it ^Cran for the ^Fsky And a ^Amblanket ^Gfrom your ^Croom, the one with no holes So we ^Amcould drag it ^Gall the ^Cway back ^Fhome

^FAnd you said when we got it ^Amback We ^Cwould cut it in two ^FAnd we'd wear the hide so ^Ammagnificent And then ^GI could control tides with you

^FAnd I still ^Chear the way that you ^Glaughed When you found I bel^Fieved you And I could still ^Cfeel you pull on my ^Garm When I was too a^Ffraid to go And all this ^Ctime I hear those ^Gwords like bombs in the dis^Ftance And my, oh my, ^CI can still smell the ^Gdirt on our ^Fhands Cause in my ^Chead You're still a^Glive, you're still a^Flive And I know that it's a ^Clie But it's one I ^Glike, it's one I ^Flike