Nightclothes Radical Face
We crept from the r[Am]oom[G] [C]
The [Am]moon[G]light [C]spilled down the [F]hall
And I [Am]tip[G]toed with [C]you
Then we [Am]climbed out the [G]window
And [Am]there [G]in the [C]yard
Our [Am]night[G]clothes [C]blowing in the [F]breeze
And you [Am]looked [G]up at the [C]sky
And said the [Am]moon would be [G]ours
[F]And all this [C]time I hear those [G]words like bombs in the [F]distance
And oh my mind, [C]I can still smell the [G]rain in the [F]air
But time's gone [C]by
And I'm not the kid I [G]was on that even[F]ing
And somewhere [C]inside
I hope you still [G]see me just the way I was [F]before I walked away
[F] [C] [G]
Am G C x5
[Am]Mud [G]on your [C]dress
[Am]Blood [G]stains on the [C]knees of my [F]pants
And [Am]we went in [G]search of the [C]moon
'cause you [Am]said that you [G]knew where it [C]slept in the [F]day
So we [Am]gathered [G]up our [C]tools:
A [Am]sling-[G]shot in case it [C]ran for the [F]sky
And a [Am]blanket [G]from your [C]room, the one with no holes
So we [Am]could drag it [G]all the [C]way back [F]home
[F]And you said when we got it [Am]back
We [C]would cut it in two
[F]And we'd wear the hide so [Am]magnificent
And then [G]I could control tides with you
[F]And I still [C]hear the way that you [G]laughed
When you found I bel[F]ieved you
And I could still [C]feel you pull on my [G]arm
When I was too a[F]fraid to go
And all this [C]time I hear those [G]words like bombs in the dis[F]tance
And my, oh my, [C]I can still smell the [G]dirt on our [F]hands
Cause in my [C]head
You're still a[G]live, you're still a[F]live
And I know that it's a [C]lie
But it's one I [G]like, it's one I [F]like
[Am] [G] [C]
Am G C F x4
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