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