Standard (EADGBE)

 the rain starts off and it wakes you up

you can't sleep with that racket on the roof

 you get up slow but you can't get going

 it seems this morning the lowness has won

 did you stop to see? mediocrity and your self pity,

 they were stealing a kiss, look at their lips, still shiny

 did you notice that happiness

happens less the more often you stop to find where it's been hiding

 you say, "it's not my fault that i get so low

 there's a weight on my soul that just keeps pulling me down,

 it's pulling me down, i swear it"

so come on by my house and unleash me your monsters

 with you at the healm we'll go crashing around together

 and don't mistake some initial hate for something more than cautionary

 cause baby this is love, i'll come down to hell to keep you company

 of all the days we've got we should be screaming out...

 of all the days we've got we should be singing...

x2

 what's to be done? one hundred and one

 in a tent for twelve with fingers and elbows

 in innocent ribs, we're minding our business

 we're just minding our business instead of minding our minds

 in times when the storms will ravage your clothes,

 the sound and the colour could render you blind

 and the throes of a nightmare can sing you to sleep

 then some foreign machine wakes you up at a mean hour

 but heaven is there, under your hair,

 it hides in the noon noise way up in the air

 like a bird on the breeze

 waiting for you and maybe me too

x2

 whats there to do? one hundred and two

 are out on the doorstep and they're pushing the bolts back

 they're wanting in, they're humming our hymn

 everybodys singing like beautiful birds...

 everybodys singing like beautiful birds...

 in the trees, listen to it, it's easy man, you can do it too

sing: i know what i want

i know what i need

cause it's the simplest thing

 of all the nights we've got we should be stepping out...

 of all the nights we've got we should be stepping out...

 of all the nights we touch we should be swinging around from house to house

if i could cheer you up it would mean so much,

clowns in love and laughing it off, laughing it off, laughing it off

 you say, "its not my fault that i get so low

 but to drown you too, that's a sick way to love, it's a sick way to love,

 it's a fucking sick way to love"