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