Tom: G
G
My brown eyes, two pools of mud
Em D G
Resting in two dark moons, they turn the tide into a flood
Em G
And the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town,
Em D G
All the glare of the city lights, every cul de sac we've talked down
G Em
Over time they build up the city, and our arguments show it all
G Em
Every ring road, every motorway, displayed in crease and wrinkle
C D
Until my face is a map you have folded up one hundred, one thousand times.
Em G C G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
Em G C G
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
G
Your blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seas
Em D G
As the salt elevates my body, they float my heart up past my teeth
Em G
And with the water and the Cypriot sun, would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?
Em D G
Would it fix the pallor of my skin? Would my freckles all meld into one?
G Em
Your body above me, sobbing down, my cheeks wet from your tears
G Em
They extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my ears
C D
Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canals
Em G C G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
Em G C G
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
Break: Am C G Em Am C Em G Am C G Em Am C Em G
C Em G
And life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
Em D Em G
Between my waterfalls and your landslides, there's cartography in every scar
C Em G
Life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
Em G C G
Because it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
Em G C G
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
Em G C G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
Em G C G
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
