Standard (EADGBE)

We're just whistling past the graveyard

 Laughing in backseats and restaurants

 Don't know ourselves well but so what

We know each other

Floating down from all my mixed up meditations

Trying to straighten out my spine

It's been folding in the moments that I need it

I'm obsessing over finish lines

Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me

Said I remind you of a joke

I think you might actually me on to something

There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously

, x2

We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane

 But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain

 And I still pull my hands past your ribcage

 Hoping my movements might find their place at your side

 For as long as you'd like

 And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed

 Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress

 Glowing in radiant madness

 Certain of all we're become

, x4

Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds

Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind

Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt

Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2)

We're just whistling past the graveyard

donezo.