Tom: C C Csus4 F C Csus4 G Am Em7 F G [Verse 1] C From outer space Csus4 F I am you C At distances Csus4 G You're me too Am From far away Em7 I assume F Everything G Needs less room [Verse 2] C My ribs are turned Csus4 F Like parentheses C And my lips have learned Csus4 G What I don't believe Am Could I Em7 Find a world just right F Or will I G C Always look too high [Verse3] C If I die Csus4 F Don't bury me C Rattle me down Csus4 G Like an old machine Am Take my books Em7 And my magazines F My photographs G Of you and me F Everything G C I won't need