Tom: D
D
G D
Hang Tibetan paintings on my bedroom wall
G D
Stick stars on the ceiling so I don't feel so small
G D
God I wish I could call you, what the hell would I say?
G D
Hope you're feelin' better, we should hang out some day
[Chorus]
Em D A
Oh please
Em D A
Don't you swallow
Em D A D
Pills like parma violets, again
[Verse 2]
D
G D
Once you showed me a secret, delicate as a moth
G D
It barely shivered, its wings were so soft
G D
Then it flew up to the fluorescent light
G D
I knew right then that you would be alright
[Chorus]
Em D A
Oh please
Em D A
Don't you swallow
Em D A D
Pills like parma violets, again
[Verse 3]
D
G D
Our lives are prisms, the light beams through
G D
Refracting colors is what we do
G D
We're different shades of the same blue
G D
But at least we're true, at least we're true
[Chorus]
Em D A
Oh please
Em D A
Don't you swallow
Em D A D
Pills like parma violets, again
