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
