Standard (EADGBE)
Typing letters to the dead
Late at night on a closed piano lid
She circles past, She fills your glass
But she dont recognise the sonG
(2nd verse)
And once in a life time she says
The waking life Stitched together in your head
Well, what if its only worth
The bundle of nerves its written on?
(chorus)
And I dont need these arms anymore
I dont need this heart, now to love
I dont need this skin and bones
At all
(3rd verse)
Theres a way youve always known her
Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder
And eyes like crystal balls That just
wont shutup About the future of the future
(4th verse)
Ramona was a waitress
All but made of information
In a bar under the third bridge She says shes
looking forward To living forever
(chorus)
And I dont need these arms anymore
I dont need this heart, now to love
I dont need this skin and bones
At all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all
Ramona was a waitress