2 acessos
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