B                B
That means no, where I come from.
     B                         F#     
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come.
          B                      B
I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose
  B           F#       E           E     
feels so good    to be   a rose.
         B                   B
Oh don't,  don't you life me up
              B                                 F#  
like I'm that shy, no no no no no, just give it up 
          E        F#              B   
There are bats all dissolving in a row
         E              F#                 G#m                          
into the wishy-washy dark   that can't let     go.
             B                  B                     B
I cannot let go, so I thank the lord, and I thank his   sword!
           B              F#                G#m
'tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly     bored.
   B               E              B      F#                 E
O, morning without warning like a hole, oh  and I watch you  go.
               B                 F#               E
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
               B                F#                E
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
         B                         F#               G#m
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly.
               B                 E          B   
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
    F#            E             E
and they sting so  terribly.
          B                     B
I do as I please. Now I'm on my knees.
             B                F#           G#m
Your skin is something that I stir into my    tea.
         E               E
And I am watching you
            G#m                     G#m
and you are starry, starry, starry
                 B           F#      E        E
and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown.
                     B                      B
It's why I love this town: Well, just look around.
            G#m                G#m
just see me serenaded hourly!  celebrated sourly!
E                  E  
dedicated dourly; 
F#                     B        B
waltzing with the open sea -
F#          E                F#                    G#m
clam, crab, cockle, cowrie : will you just look at me?
          B      E        B     F#       E         
o wo wo o-oh owo-o-oh owo-o-oh    ohoho  oh-oh

(repeat twice, then for the last time)
          B      E        B     F#       E      F#   B
o wo wo o-oh owo-o-oh owo-o-oh    ohoho  oh-oh