F Bb Dm C 
F Bb Dm 
Am Gm Am Gm Am Gm Am C
         
[Verse]
F                Bb             Dm 
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
C         C7
Things to come
F                Bb               Dm
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
           C
(the funnel of) my arms
       Am                 Gm            Am
And as always they're not strong And as always you
     Gm           Am              Gm             Am
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
          C
Above the bleed
           
[Verse]
F         Bb              Dm       C               C7    
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
F        Bb               Dm           C
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
     Am                 Gm          Am          Gm   
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
Am                  Gm          Am            C
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
  
[Verse]
F                 Bb                 Dm     
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to 
    C               C7
The ground, you're falling
F                      Am          Dm       
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
     C        C7 
The dirty window
      Am               Gm
And I always, I'm very wrong
    Am              Gm
And I'm so into the blue
    Am               Gm
And it's so, if it's so
  Am                 C
I just fly above the few

F C C G
         
[Coda]
                     F        C           G
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
              F          C  G
Thing that's comfortable 
                     F   C
Purple peppers dirty rags make
     G                 F      C         G               F  C
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me
G            F C G            F C G            F C G 
Don't follow me  don't follow me  don't follow me