E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|-| VERSE Eb G G# B Sometimes these fantasies come true; somehow the whole thing misses me Held down by fishing wire and glue, to be the best we couldn't be Chorus (part 1) Eb Bb B C# Up on the roof; with the whole world at our feet; is this Chorus (part 2) F G G# Bb every - thing you thought it would be? that we waited for re - li - gious - ly? just know I wouldn't hate you if you Bridge B tried E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|