The Bodies The Zombies

             D                  G
I heard your heart's about the size of your fist
     A                    G
But that's not true, it's just a myth
           D
It's your brain that's small
           G
It's your heart that's big
      A        G
And I saw it
       D
In an exhibit, baby
         G
In the promised land
            A
Where your big blue eyes
            G
And your artist’s hands
                 D
Were with your small intestines
            G
And your crooked grin
         A       G
On the table

D, Bm A G D Bm A G

D           Bm
Oh me, oh my!
                       A
Never ever thought that I
                             G
Would see the day you'd sacrifice
                               G
The things that made you feel alive


                      Bm
Now you are my zombie bride-
                             A
With zombie hair and zombie eyes
                             G
And zombie hips and zombie lips
                               D
That I can't bring myself to kiss
                        Bm
I hate this, don't you move to New York
          A
You'll jump off of the bridge again
       G
And I will never see you

D          Bm
Oh me, oh my

You're not much different
       A
When alive

You never compromised
G
No, you couldn't empathize
     G
And now that you're so dead and all
    Bm
It all just feels so literal
   A
So you can really have my brain
 G                                  D
You can really have my heart: it's yours
        Bm
If you want it
  A
Yours,
         G
If you want it
D                        Bm
I hate this, don't you move to New York
         A
You'll jump off of the bridge again
    G            Bm   D
And I will never see you
D                      Bm
I take it that we're moving too slowly
     A                        G
Got a little bit lucky last night
D
You are a beautiful
Bm
Inhuman being
  A
I follow your un-life
       G
From behind my screen
       D
And I try to believe it
       Bm
But I can't deny
          A
Even the dead don't sleep alone
         G                           D
(c’mon) show me the tissue of your bones
                        Bm
And your hands and your feet
                          A
And the people that you meet
                         G
And the places that you eat
                             D
And how you act in front of me
                            Bm
And the way you wear your hair
                        A
I swear, I think I understand
                               G
The things that make me who I am

And there's no master plan
      D
I'd know
           Bm
Oh me, oh my!
                      A
Now I'm on the other side of the world
                G                              D
There are so many zombie boys and girls with empty chests and hollow eyes
 Bm                                A
No, I can't help what I like you look my way

I start to sigh
      G
Who cares if you are dead inside?
   D       Bm        A
I don't.
   G                          D      Bm  A  G
Doesn't mean that you can't love
            G                     Bm
(you say) I hate this, don't you move to New York
        A
You'll jump off of that bridge again
       G                                     D
With all your brand new un-dead friends and you won't talk to me
             Bm                   D
But you'll write me into songs and maybe I don't want you here
    G
But I don't want you gone!
              D                             Bm                            A
Besides I'm trying (and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying)
      G        D                                 Bm                                 A
I've been...  trying (I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying
                                       G
I've been trying I've been trying) to live