G                                         Bm
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes

 G                                                C
Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one

        Am                                 D7
Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love

       Am                                        C                   G
You left another message said it's done, It's done

            G                                              Bm
When I hear beautiful music it's always from another time

        G                               C
Old friends I never visit, I remember what they're like

    Am                                     D7
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies

 Am                                      C                               G
Waiting to be asked to come inside  Just come inside

                Am                   D7
But I keep go-o-o-o-oing out

            Bm                  Am                     C
I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down

        B7                                        C                      G
It's 8 a.m. my heart is beating too loud,  Too loud

         D7                   Am          B7                  
          C
Don't be-e-e-e so ama-a-a-azing or I'll miss you too much

   B7                                            C
I felt something that I had never touched


G                                                   Bm
Everything gets smaller now the further that I go

                     G                                         C
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown

      Am                                   D7
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home

                          Am                                           
                      G
You can move mountains with your misery if you don't, If you don't

    G                                               Bm
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two

                G                                                      C
Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit

                 Am                                             D7
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth

                 Am                                   C           G
There will never be a time more opportune


               Am        D7
So I just won't be late

                     Bm                    Am       C
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave

        B7                                         C           G
And all the color drains out of the frame

       D7                  Am      B7                             C
So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good

          B7                                                C
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods

         B7                                           C             G