Armchairs

Bm
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
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Of the space between our chairs
                Bm
And I was a cartographer
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Of the tangles in your hair

Em
I sang the song that silence brings
        G
It's the one that everybody knows
                   Bm
Yah, everybody knows the song that 
silence sings
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And this is how it goes

Bm
These looms that weave apocrypha
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They're hanging from a strand
                     Bm
These dark and empty rooms are full
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Of incandescent hands

Em
Awkward pause
Em
Fatal flaws
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And time, it's a crooked bow
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G
Time’s a crooked bow

G
In time you need to learn to love
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The ebb just like the flow

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Grab hold of your bootstraps, 
            Bm
and pull like hell
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Till gravity feels sorry for you, 
              C
and lets you go
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As if you lack the proper 
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chemicals to know
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The way it felt the last time you 
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let yourself fall this low

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Time, time it’s a crooked bow
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Time's a crooked bow
                Dm
Time's a crooked bow
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Oh

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Fifty-five and three-eighths years
      C
 later
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At the bottom of this gigantic 
       Am
crater
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An armchair calls to you
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Yeah, this armchair calls to you

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And it says, I think someday
We'll get back at them all
With epoxy and a pair of pliers
As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
Through the ragweed and barbed wire

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You didn't write
           Am
You didn't call
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It didn't cross your mind at all
Dm
Through the waves
                  C
The waves of AM squall
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You couldn't feel a thing at all
Dm
Fifty-five and three-eighths
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Time
Dm
Fifty-five and three-eighths
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Time
Dm
Time
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Time