Tom: F#m
A / C#m / F#m / D C#m
[Verse]
A C#m
You shimmer like the Northern Star
F#m
And I'm just the guy with the
D C#m
Telescope on the ground
A / C#m / F#m / D C#m
A C#m F#m
You're rushing like a waterfall and I'm just the
D C#m A C#m F#m D
Dribbling of a faucet that won't turn off
C#m A C#m F#m
I got concrete shoes, and you're
D
Strapped to rockets
C#m A C#m F#m D
If it's sink or swim, then I'm swiftly drowning
C# A C#m F#m D C#m
on the ocean floor and you're out of the atmosphere
A / C#m / F#m / D C#m
[Chorus]
Bm E
Why do I not see this coming?
A F#m
The more I try, the less you're enamored
Bm E
When it all plays out, well
A F#m
Who was I kidding?
Bm E
To say you're out of my league
A F#m
Doesn't start to explain it
Bm
I'm a drop of rain and
D
Baby you're a hurricane
A / C#m / F#m / D C#m
[Verse]
A
I whipped out the big
C#m F#m
Guns, aimed to impress
D C# A
Centered those cross-hairs on your chest
C#m F#m
Crossed my fingers, pulled the trigger
D C# A
Just hoping for the best
C#m
You probably wish the
F#m
Bullet had caught my head
D C# A
But it landed in my foot instead
C#m F#m D C#m
[Chorus]
Bm E
Why do I not see this coming?
A F#m
The more I try, the less you're enamored
Bm E
When it all plays out, well
A F#m
Who was I kidding?
Bm E
To say you're out of my league
A F#m
Doesn't start to explain it
Bm
I'm a drop of rain and
D
Baby you're a hurricane
[Bridge]
Bm E
Those chemicals made synapses fire
A F#m
Made illogical seem probable
Bm E
Like a cannonball
A F#m
I'm bound to soar and fall
Bm E
I'm just a lead balloon
A F#m
You're anti-gravitational
Bm E A F#m
And I'm out of my head
[Chorus]
Bm E
Why do I not see this coming?
A F#m
The more I try, the less you're enamored
Bm E
When it all plays out, well
A F#m
Who was I kidding?
Bm E
To say you're out of my league
A F#m
Doesn't start to explain it
Bm
I'm a drop of rain and
D
Baby you're a hurricane
[Bridge 2]
D C#m F#m E D C#m A F#m
D C#m
But if I had what I want,
F#m E
I'd get you off
And I'd turn you on
D C#m
And I'd have what I need
A F#m
To bring down a goddess to her knees,
D C#m
I'd sell my soul to know
F#m E
What to give to the girl who's got it all
D C#m
I'd conjure the winds to blow
A F#m
And knock you off of that pedestal
D C#m
I'm calling your bluff
F#m E
And I bet it all so you better fold
D C#m
If I don't strike gold
A F#m
What's left to give when you got it all?
