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