Tintin In Tibet

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I sing to you
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I sing to you, Geneviève
         Am
I sing to you
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You don't exist
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I sing to you though

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When I address you, who am I talking to?
F                                 Am
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
         Dm                G        F      Am
Repeating "I love you", to who?

      F              G              Am
I recorded all these songs about the echoes in our house now
          Dm                             Gsus
And walked out the door to play them on a stage

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But I sing to you
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I picture you, when we first met, you were 22
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And I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
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Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling
     Am
So I brought my blankets in and slept on the floor right next to your bed
      F
In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me
          Em
Peeling an orange and looking hungry, "Do you want some?" you asked me
             Am
And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange
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And weight and kissing and certainty

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I remember you a few days later in Tofino
                          Am
Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up for us at a surf shop to no one
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Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
          Em
And so went down to the fishing boat docks to ask whoever for a ride
          Am
Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day
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And we did, and brought some food to eat and went through the big trees
               Em
Abandoned and in love, totally insane, apart from the rest of the world
      Am
We had finally found each other in the universe
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Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up
              Em
I read the one book we had with us aloud
                                Am
With my head on your lap, sinking into you, Tintin in Tibet in French
                F                                                      Em
And we thought of devotion and snow and distant longing in the Himalayan air
                                          Am
High and cold, with a bell ringing out

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Then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house
                       Am                                                                  F
I remember through your gasping for oxygen, you explained that you were thinking about that 
high, cold air
                   Em
Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the gods

        F                            Am
And I do picture you there, molecules dancing
       G                                            G
But I'd rather you were in the house watching the unfolding everyday life of this good daughter 
we made
  Dm                             Gsus
Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason
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So I sing to you