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I do my best to sleep 
through the caterwaul

The classicists, 
the posturing avant-garde
[C]I bought a grey macaw, 
named him Jules Verne
[D]He'll probably outlive 
me he's a bright bird

Keeps me company I teach him new words

I saw a hologram at the theme park

She looked as real as me 
through the white fog
[C]Then she melted down to her ankles
[D]Turned into a million-watt candle

If I knew where she went I would follow

[Am]Walking through the land of tomorrow
[D]Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos
[G]In the sunshine try to act normal
[C]My veins are full of flat cherry-cola

Slept on a bench by the rollercoaster

[D]Dreamt I was riding on a [C]motorbike[G]
[D]Lion of Judah painted [C]on the side[G][D]

I'm doing fine, I'm back in the palisades

Life's a wash, a pastoral school play
[C]China shops and cold ivory towers
[D]I and I make toasts to the Caesars

Forcing down the dregs of Decembers

Madeline she spins in a slow bang

All through the house the strong 
smell of burnt sage
[C]Let's make it clean and 
run out the spirits
[D]I know a diving bell when I hear it

We're going down now under the surface

[Am]Light to dark can shift in an instant
[D]Feeling close but keeping my distance
[G]On all fours she's just so insistent
[C]Fills my mind with jump 
ropes and slit wrists

Bust through the Firewall into heaven

[D]Then I'm standing in 
that[C] blinding lig[G]ht
[D]Crooked crosses falling 
f[C]rom the sky[G][D]

[G]Seen yeah seen by I and I
[C]Seen yeah seen by I and I