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