Cifras
In Medias Res

Tom: B

Introdução:

                                             B 
But let's talk about you for a minute
                       E 
With the vomit at your gullet
                 F#                                                         G#m                           E 
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
                 B                                                                 E 
On the back seat of your car, because it wasn't safe to start it
                     F#                                                                 G#m                             E 
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted
                       B                                 E                                         F#                         G#m     E 
And the woollen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
                   B                                       E                           F#                       G#m       E 
And the dead grass stuck to fibres from us rolling in the lay-by
               B                                         E 
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
                 F#                                         G#m       E 
That protected the bench seat covers
                   B                   E                                       F#                       G#m       E 
And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by your mother
 A       F#  G#mA        F#E 
(glockenspiel part:)
             Ab                                   B                     Ab                   Bb       Db 
I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics
 Ab                                                     B                   Ab                                 Bb             Db 
Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
 Ab                                           B                                             Ab                                                         Bb       Db 
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground
 Ab                               B                                             Ab                                 Bb 
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around
       Db             Ab                                                   B 
I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once turn black

                             B 
And I would sooner go down in a ball of flames!
                             G#m 
(Then I would lay here and be bored to death
                                     E       Dbm   G#m 
  All's well that ends.)
       B                                     E                                 F#                             G#m       E 
I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window
       B                                         E                               F#                                       G#m         E 
A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone
 B                                             E                                 F#                                 G#m 
If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
 E                       B                       E                         F#                       G#m   E   B 
But with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life
                         E                                     F#       G#m   E   B 
Is this something that would interest you?
                             E                         F#   G#m   E 
Would this interest you at all?