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