Armchairs

[Intro] F G F G

[Interlude] C Cmaj7 C6omit3 Cmaj7 C G

[Verse 1] C I dreamed you were a cosmonaut G of the space between our chairs C And I was a cartographer G of the tangles in your hair

[Verse 2] F I sang the song that silence sings

[Verse 3] It's the one that everybody knows C Everybody knows the song that silence sings G And this is how it goes

[Interlude] C Cmaj7 C6omit3 Cmaj7

[Verse 4] C These looms that weave apocrypha, G they're hanging from a strand C The dark and empty rooms were full G of incandescent hands

[Bridge] F The awkward pause F The fatal flaw F Time, it's a crooked bow C Time's a crooked bow In time you need to learn to love G The ebb just like the flow

[Verse 5] D7 B5 Em Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell Am D Until gravity feels sorry for you, and it lets you go G Gmaj7 C Cmaj7 As if you lack the proper chemicals to know Am B5 F the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low

[Bridge] C Time's a crooked bow D7 Time's a crooked bow F G C Time, it's a crooked bow

[Verse 6] F G Fifty-five and three-eighths years later F G At the bottom of a gigantic crater F G An armchair calls to you F G Yeah, this armchair calls to you C It says, someday, we'll get back at them all G With epoxy and a pair of pliers C As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl G through the ragweed and barbed wire

[Outro] C You didn't write G You didn't call F G It didn't cross your mind at all C Through the waves G waves of hay and straw F G You couldn't feel a thing at all Fifty-five and three-eighths F Time G Fifty-five and three-eighths F Time G

[Refrain] F Time