[Intro]
G G7 C Cm G D7
[Verse]
G Gmaj7 G7 C
My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
Cm G Am D7
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
G Gmaj7 G7 C
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Edim7 G E7 Am D7 G
Haunt my bedroom at night and say “let’s get you home”
[Pre-chorus]
C G Gmaj7 G7
They say “grow up, be a man ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
C G G/A G
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands, see my reason and “Goodbye cruel world”
B7 Em
And oh my god what’s wrong with me?
Edim7 D D7
And the wife of Walter Keane whose name right now’s escaping me… That’s right, Margaret
[Chorus]
G G7 C
Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
Cm Edim7 Am D7 G
I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me
G G7 C Cm G D7
[Verse]
G Gmaj7 G7 C
Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
Cm G Am7 D7
To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles
G Gmaj7 G7 C
You seemed fine just a few days ago
Edim7 G E7 Am D7 G
But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home
[Pre-chorus]
C G Gmaj7 G7
Well now you swear in your prayers telling time “Promise I’ll never have fun again
C G G/A G
If you’d stop flying” but then you start crying “never mind, you win!”
B7 Em
And far too late came far too soon
Edim7 D D7
And the love you never made became the things you’d never do. Oh, sweet Mary!
[Chorus]
G G7 C
Dream girl come, but keep your hands off me
Cm Edim7 Am D7 G
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be
G G7 C Cm G
[Pre-chorus]
G7 C G Gmaj7 G7
So come on, William grow up, be a man, cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl
C G
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s me who cries mercy
while your fingers curl
B7 Em
And oh, are you at all like me?
Edim7 D D7
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see? Someone, anyone?
[Chorus]
G G7 C
Of the two things we do on our knees:
Cm Edim7 Am D7
Watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
[Outro]
Em Emmaj7 Em7 A7
Well, here’s the church, here is the steeple, open the door, see all the people
Am D7 G
Alright that’s enough let’s get you home
G Gmaj7 G7 C Edim7 G E7 Am D7 G
My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and say "Let's get you home"
They say "Grow up, be a man, 'cause until then you're nothing but a short-haired girl"
But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and "Goodbye cruel world"
And oh my God, what's wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now's escaping me...
That's right, Margaret!
Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
I'd rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me
Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can't stitch back to your soles
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home
Well now you swear in your prayers telling time "Promise I'll never have fun again
If you'd stop flying," but then you start crying "never mind, you win!"
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became the things you'd never do...
Oh, sweet Mary!
Dream girl come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that's where dreams are supposed to be
So come on, William
Grow up, be a man, 'cause until then they're gonna treat you like you're just a little girl
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you'll see that it's
Me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?
Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple open the doors, see all the people!
Alright, that's enough, let's get you home
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