Tom: D
D
Your eyes drooping dead
Bm
Your arms over your head
G
Draft posture, throught graphic
D
You stood layered lean
Bm
Covers of magazines
G
I'd worship you
D
And now I reside in my head
Bm
And I ripped you to shreds
G
Page after page
D
If I could show no remorse
Bm
Let severance run its course
G
You'd disengage
[Chorus]
A G
But I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Guitar solo]
D Bm G (x2)
[Verse 2]
G
You feel
D
Complicated and spread
Bm
You watch me densely dread
G
Each monologue, and we sit
D
On porches and trains
Bm
Listening to complain
G
And prattle talk
D
And we are identical
Anguish, inexplicable
Bm
And I wouldn't know what to
G D
Tell me if I were you
Bm G
And you're not saying much
[Chorus]
A G
And I watch it without the sound
A G
You're far, I'm underground
A G
We star in silent films
A G
We live in cryptic realms
[Interlude]
D Bm G (x2)
[Outro]
D Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting down.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting old.
Bm G D
And I-I-I think I'm getting new (you?).
