Songbook

Brothers on a Hotel Bed

By Death Cab for Cutie

Key of Cm

[Intro]
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7  Bb  B  Cm  Bb

Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7


[Verse 1]
Abmaj7              Cm
You may tire of me,
          Eb            Abmaj7
As our December sun is setting,

Because I'm not who I used to be...

Abmaj7                      Cm
No longer easy on the eyes
                   Eb               Abmaj7
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise,
                    Bb
The youthful boy below...

Abmaj7                           Cm
  Who turned your way and saw
             Eb               Abmaj7
Something he was not looking for:

Both a beginning and an end...

Abmaj7                     Cm
  But now he lives inside
           Eb             Abmaj7
Someone he does not recognize,
                              Bb              Abmaj7
When he catches his reflection on accident

Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7


[Verse 2]
Abmaj7                        Cm
  On the back of a motor bike
                   Eb                       Abmaj7
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight

Leaving everything behind

Abmaj7                             Cm
  But even at our swiftest speed
            Eb                     Abmaj7
We couldn't break from the concrete
                           Bb
In the city where we still reside...

Abmaj7                Cm
  And I have learned
           Eb                 Abmaj7
That even landlocked lovers yearn

For the sea like navy men...

Abmaj7                        Cm
  Cause now we say goodnight
         Eb            Abmaj7
From our own separate sides,
                         Bb      Eb
Like brothers on a hotel bed...
Abmaj7                           Eb
   Like brothers on a hotel bed....
Abmaj7                           Eb
   Like brothers on a hotel bed...
Abmaj7                           Eb   Bb
   Like brothers on a hotel bed...

Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7
Abmaj7  Cm  Eb  Abmaj7


[Outro]
Abmaj7               Cm
 You may tire of me,
          Eb             Abmaj7
As our December sun is setting,

Cause I'm not who I used to be