G 
And I could never tell as a kid  

What that window door went to 

Only told to stay away 
Bm7 
I almost had an accident at age 6 

When I found the key in the attic 
G 
And now the smell of these wood frames 

Is the only sense I've left 
Bm7 
So as you pull me from the bed 

Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous 


G Bm7 A 

G 
And since you are my friend 

I would ask that you lower me down slow 

And tell the man in the black cloak 
Bm7 
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul 

With those latin conjugations 
G 
And if it's all the same to them 

You should tell your gathering friends 
Bm7 
Please not to purse their faces grim 

On such a lovely sunday 
 
G 
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough 
Bm7 
We will put this flesh into the ground again