F G F G
C Cmaj7 C56 Cmaj7
C G
C
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
G
of the space between our chairs
C
And I was a cartographer
G
of the tangles in your hair
F
I sang the song that silence sings
It's the one that everybody knows
C
Everybody knows the song that silence sings
G
And this is how it goes
C Cmaj7 C56 Cmaj7
C
These looms that weave apocrypha,
G
they're hanging from a strand
C
The dark and empty rooms were full
G
of incandescent hands
F
The awkward pause
F
The fatal flaw
F
Time, it's a crooked bow
C
Time's a crooked bow
In time you need to learn to love
G
The ebb just like the flow
D7 B5 Em
Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
Am D
Until gravity feels sorry for you, and it lets you go
G Gmaj7 C Cmaj7
As if you lack the proper chemicals to know
Am B5 F
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
C
Time's a crooked bow
D7
Time's a crooked bow
F G C
Time, it's a crooked bow
F G
Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
F G
At the bottom of a gigantic crater
F G
An armchair calls to you
F G
Yeah, this armchair calls to you
C
It says, someday, we'll get back at them all
G
With epoxy and a pair of pliers
C
As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
G
through the ragweed and barbed wire
C
You didn't write
G
You didn't call
F G
It didn't cross your mind at all
C
Through the waves
G
waves of hay and straw
F G
You couldn't feel a thing at all
Fifty-five and three-eighths
F
Time
G
Fifty-five and three-eighths
F
Time
G
F
Time