Intro
A (x4)
Dm A#
Some days are all Mondays
F G A
Sort of time on ice, it seems like
Dm A# F G A
Jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies
Who needs it?
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but the girl
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but her
Dm A# F G A
Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
Dm A#
Money, who's gonna love me
F G A
If I liquidate and drown me?
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but the girl
A# Am Dm
Nothing else feels solid
A# C
We believe in love
A# C A# C
We believe in little things like Heaven up above
Dm
And seven, It's a lucky number
A# C A# C
We believe that something lives inside every thing there is
A# C
Don't think about it much, I mean it
Dm
I believe it, I believe it
A (x4)
Dm A#
Wind down, put your mind down
F G A
Like you're missing school
Dm A# F G A
You'll teach her to find out while you're dying in your living room
How much you need her
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but the girl
A# Am Dm
Only her eyes are solid
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but her
A# Am Dm
Nothing is real but the girl
(Chord sequence goes on and fades out)