Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Some days are all Mondays

Sort of time on ice, it seems like

Jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies

Who needs it?

Nothing is real but the girl

Nothing is real but her

Money goes to money in a figure eight around me

Money, who's gonna love me

If I liquidate and drown me?

Nothing is real but the girl

Nothing else feels solid

We believe in love

We believe in little things like Heaven up above

And seven, It's a lucky number

We believe that something lives inside every thing there is

Don't think about it much, I mean it

I believe it, I believe it

Wind down, put your mind down

Like you're missing school

You'll teach her to find out while you're dying in your living room

How much you need her

Nothing is real but the girl

Only her eyes are solid

Nothing is real but her

Nothing is real but the girl

(Chord sequence goes on and fades out)