F#m D E E6 E

[Verse]
F#m
You've got to take your mind off him
D
But not with aspirins
E
You won't
E6                   E
You won't let your family in
F#m
Like smoke your body comes
D
Through the gaps in the urban slums
E
You try
E6                E
You try to speak american

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                                    E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6        E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D                                 E
You're the empty city streets and I
    E6 E
And I see you

[Chorus]
         F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E                     E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E                    E6  E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body

[Verse]
F#m
When you make a cup of tea
D
You act like it's alchemy
   E
But it's not
E6                 E
It's not what you think it to be
F#m
Seeing everything as signs
D
Seeing everything as lines
E
always
E6            E
Always lying saying you're fine

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                                    E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6        E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D                                 E
You're the empty city streets and I
    E6 E
And I see you

[Chorus]
         F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E                     E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E                    E6  E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body

[Interlude]
F#m D E E6 E

[Bridge]
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                                    E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6        E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D                        E
You're the empty city streets
N.C
But I can you

[Chorus]
         F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E                     E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E                    E6  E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E                         E6   E
Sometimes it feels like, oh,  you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the sa-a-a-ame
E                          E6  E
Sometimes it feels like, oh,  you don't have a body