Questing Not Coasting

Intro:
Bm    A
Bm    A

Verse 1:
Bm          A
  Questing,   I am not coasting.
Bm                 A
  Nor will I ever,   despite this weather. I said,

Prechorus 1:
D                       G
  "Hey you, what's new?   I know your face."
D                       G
  "Hey you, what's new?   Let's go some place."
D                           G
  My thoughts that flit, my loosening grip.
D                           G
  "I need to connect to you   now."

Chorus 1:
D                        G
On our knees against the windowsill.
A                           G
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
A                                 G
  Our hands caught spray from the open window.
A                                  G
  A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky.

Verse 2:
Bm                    A
  You move your frame   into the shape.
Bm                 A
  The window makes   a lunar flame.
Bm                       A
  Static headlights glow   in the flooded streets below.
Bm                      A
  The TV turns to snow,   gutters weep with overflow. I said,

Prechorus 2:
D                       G
  "Hey you, what's new?   I know your face."
D                               G
  "And I need to connect to you   now."

Chorus 2:
D                        G
On our knees against the windowsill.
A                           G
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
A                                 G
  Our hands caught spray from the open window.
A                                  G
  A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky.

Bridge:
D                        Bm

D                        Bm                      D
  Thanks for coming by,     it's such a dreadful night.
                         Bm
  A net curtain flashes,    outside the rain it lashes.
D                        Bm
  Frozen stardust falls,    wide eyes can see it all.
G                        G

Chorus 3:
D                        G
On our knees against the windowsill.
A                           G
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
A                                 G
  Our hands caught spray from the open window.
          D                        G
And we're on our knees against the windowsill.
A                           G
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
A                                 G
  Our hands caught spray from the open window.
                  D
Thanks for coming by.