Tom: Em
Bm
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
Em D Em
Of the space between our chairs
Bm
And I was a cartographer
Em D Em
Of the tangles in your hair
Em
I sang the song that silence brings
G
It's the one that everybody knows
Bm
Yah, everybody knows the song that silence sings
G D
And this is how it goes
Bm
These looms that weave apocrypha
Em D Em
They're hanging from a strand
Bm
These dark and empty rooms are full
Em D Em
Of incandescent hands
Em
Awkward pause
Em
Fatal flaws
Em G
And time, it's a crooked bow
G
Time’s a crooked bow
G
In time you need to learn to love
Em D
The ebb just like the flow
Em Am Em Bm
Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
A# C
Till gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go
C A#
As if you lack the proper chemicals to know
C A A#
The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
A# Dm
Time, time it’s a crooked bow
A#
Time's a crooked bow
Dm
Time's a crooked bow
C A#
Oh
A# C
Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
A# Am
At the bottom of this gigantic crater
A# C
An armchair calls to you
A#
Yeah, this armchair calls to you
A#
And it says, I think someday
We'll get back at them all
With epoxy and a pair of pliers
As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
Through the ragweed and barbed wire
A#
You didn't write
Am
You didn't call
A# Cm C Dm
It didn't cross your mind at all
Dm
Through the waves
C
The waves of AM squall
Cm Dm
You couldn't feel a thing at all
Dm
Fifty-five and three-eighths
A#
Time
Dm
Fifty-five and three-eighths
A#
Time
Dm
Time
A# Dm
Time
