Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice, it seems like
Jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies
Who needs it?
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but her
Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
Money, who's gonna love me
If I liquidate and drown me?
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing else feels solid
We believe in love
We believe in little things like Heaven up above
And seven, It's a lucky number
We believe that something lives inside every thing there is
Don't think about it much, I mean it
I believe it, I believe it
Wind down, put your mind down
Like you're missing school
You'll teach her to find out while you're dying in your living room
How much you need her
Nothing is real but the girl
Only her eyes are solid
Nothing is real but her
Nothing is real but the girl
(Chord sequence goes on and fades out)