Armchairs

Andrew Bird

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Tom:
Bm I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
Em D Em Of the space between our chairs
Bm And I was a cartographer
Em D Em Of the tangles in your hair
Em I sang the song that silence brings
G It's the one that everybody knows
Bm Yah, everybody knows the song that silence sings
G D And this is how it goes
Bm These looms that weave apocrypha
Em D Em They're hanging from a strand
Bm These dark and empty rooms are full
Em D Em Of incandescent hands
Em Awkward pause
Em Fatal flaws
Em G And time, it's a crooked bow
G Time’s a crooked bow
G In time you need to learn to love
Em D The ebb just like the flow
Em Am Em Bm Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
A# C Till gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go
C A# As if you lack the proper chemicals to know
C A A# The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
A# Dm Time, time it’s a crooked bow
A# Time's a crooked bow
Dm Time's a crooked bow
C A# Oh
A# C Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
A# Am At the bottom of this gigantic crater
A# C An armchair calls to you
A# Yeah, this armchair calls to you
A# And it says, I think someday We'll get back at them all With epoxy and a pair of pliers As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl Through the ragweed and barbed wire
A# You didn't write
Am You didn't call
A# Cm C Dm It didn't cross your mind at all
Dm Through the waves
C The waves of AM squall
Cm Dm You couldn't feel a thing at all
Dm Fifty-five and three-eighths
A# Time
Dm Fifty-five and three-eighths
A# Time
Dm Time
A# Dm Time
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