C                                            F
I used to have a couch, but now I have this piano
C              G                   F
I guess you'll have to sleep in my bed
C                                          F
The winter nights howling, the graveyard is weeping
C          G        F
The poets are all dead
C                                       F
Tonight is the night, lets get drunk on these juices
C
The steeple's the Saturday Song
Am                     G                    F
Hey God and all, his arms are wrapped around everyone
C
Expect you and me   (Strum with pick)

C                        F
What kind of fate would it be
            C                             G
The lovers upstars, yea they're shaking the ceiling
        C
Lets be louder than them
  F
Ringing
      C                            G                        F  (left off b string)
And then we'll get dressed, now we pretend that we've never met
                         C
I'll see you the same time tomorrow