Tabbed By: Peterdwdawe
Email: peterdwdawe@yahoo.ca

Tuning: Standard

I love this song, and i'm almost 100% sure this is right.
Comments and corrections welcome.

    C                      G 
the rain starts off and it wakes you up
E                         Am                    C F           
you can't sleep with that racket on the roof
    C                      G
you get up slow but you can't get going
    E                     Am                  C F
it seems this morning the lowness has won
           C              G                 E
did you stop to see? mediocrity and your self pity,
           Am                                    C           F
they were stealing a kiss, look at their lips, still shiny
        C           G
did you notice that happiness
E                     Am                                     C       F
happens less the more often you stop to find where it's been hiding
               C                   G
you say, "it's not my fault that i get so low
            E                               Am
there's a weight on my soul that just keeps pulling me down,
                               C   F
it's pulling me down, i swear it"


Am                   G       C              F
so come on by my house and unleash me your monsters
        Am           G          C                  F
with you at the healm we'll go crashing around together
      Am                 G             C                      F 
and don't mistake some initial hate for something more than cautionary
      Am               G           C               F
cause baby this is love, i'll come down to hell to keep you company


    Am                F                   C       G
of all the days we've got we should be screaming out...
    Am                F                C        G
of all the days we've got we should be singing...


C G Am G x2


(C)               G                   Am              
what's to be done? one hundred and one
                  G                     C
in a tent for twelve with fingers and elbows
               G                        Am
in innocent ribs, we're minding our business
                          G                                  C
we're just minding our business instead of minding our minds
                      G                      Am
in times when the storms will ravage your clothes,
                   G                           C
the sound and the colour could render you blind
                         G                      Am
and the throes of a nightmare can sing you to sleep
                      G                         C
then some foreign machine wakes you up at a mean hour
                  G                 Am
but heaven is there, under your hair,
                 G                        C
it hides in the noon noise way up in the air
                      G      Am
like a bird on the breeze    
                 G             C        
waiting for you and maybe me too


(C) G Am G x2


(C)               G                  Am
whats there to do? one hundred and two
                   G                             C
are out on the doorstep and they're pushing the bolts back
                  G                      Am
they're wanting in, they're humming our hymn
                       G          C
everybodys singing like beautiful birds...
                       G          Am         C
everybodys singing like beautiful birds...
(C)          G             Am             G             
in the trees, listen to it, it's easy man, you can do it too
C      G               Am    G
sing: i know what i want
C G                Am  G
i  know what i need

cause it's the simplest thing


    Am                     F                C      G
of all the nights we've got we should be stepping out...
    Am                     F                C      G
of all the nights we've got we should be stepping out...
    Am                    F                 C                  G
of all the nights we touch we should be swinging around from house to house


C                                    G
if i could cheer you up it would mean so much,
Am                 G                Am               F
clowns in love and laughing it off, laughing it off, laughing it off
              C                   G 
you say, "its not my fault that i get so low
       E                       Am                       E
but to drown you too, that's a sick way to love, it's a sick way to love,
               F
it's a fucking sick way to love"