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