11th Fret

[E]   [B]   [E]

[A]So this is [E]fucking off by degrees
And [A]I suppose we turned [E]out to be not-quite Hawaii
But [A]I can float back to [B]sleep
Cause at least you're [B]lying to me
Like [A]music that dances from glowing apartments
As [B]shadows entwine into a creamy darkness
Like [A]jewlery hung down from rich silhouettes
[E]Portrays on the sidewalk where [B]wetness reflects
All the [A]colours of evening and the onset of lights
Like the [B]promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight.

[E]  [B]  [C]  [E]  [C]  [E]  [C]  [B]  [E]

So this is enacting ecstasy
And I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti
But I can float back to sleep
Cause at least you're lying to me
Like shoveling hope into the infinite us
Til the world surges in yelling, "this is a drug bust"
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person
But then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow
And we melt away, melt away, melt away now