Day Glo

G G Day glo G Chrome window shapes in the clouds G The hungry fish for miles around G Upstream jumping out of the water, gills in the air G I've got many people to thank C But I can't write letters G I can't write letters G My friends are on the edge of the old graveyard G They sit on an old grey porch G C And watch foxes play, and juggle wine, the kind of wine that you don't mind spilling G That you don't mind spilling G C Well I fill out the forms and I make my death come slowly G C One at a time some kind of record unrolling G You best begin some time she said C But you can't start until you're ready G Yes and I be controlled G Somehow borrowed her fingernails and eyelashes and all the essential parts G We talk about dreams a lot G She reads our fortunes out loud G C I think it's funny and I go stay with her G And I go stay with her C And I don't mind dying G When I make love to her G C G fade out To her, to her and day glo G Under a wall of sound G A riverbed of clay G The distance between us stays C Close but not close C G Far but not too far away C Close but not close C G Far but not too far away G Day glo G C G C G C G C G