Questing Not Coasting

Bm A Bm A Bm A Questing, I am not coasting. Bm A Nor will I ever, despite this weather. I said, Prechorus 1: D G "Hey you, what's new? I know your face." D G "Hey you, what's new? Let's go some place." D G My thoughts that flit, my loosening grip. D G "I need to connect to you now." D G On our knees against the windowsill. A G Watching the sheet lightning fly. A G Our hands caught spray from the open window. A G A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky. Bm A You move your frame into the shape. Bm A The window makes a lunar flame. Bm A Static headlights glow in the flooded streets below. Bm A The TV turns to snow, gutters weep with overflow. I said, Prechorus 2: D G "Hey you, what's new? I know your face." D G "And I need to connect to you now." D G On our knees against the windowsill. A G Watching the sheet lightning fly. A G Our hands caught spray from the open window. A G A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky. D Bm D Bm D Thanks for coming by, it's such a dreadful night. Bm A net curtain flashes, outside the rain it lashes. D Bm Frozen stardust falls, wide eyes can see it all. G G D G On our knees against the windowsill. A G Watching the sheet lightning fly. A G Our hands caught spray from the open window. D G And we're on our knees against the windowsill. A G Watching the sheet lightning fly. A G Our hands caught spray from the open window. D Thanks for coming by.