D C9 G
Coulda sworn that I felt hands on my ass
D C9 G
Fingers in this sweater's pocket like spider's legs
D C9 G
Nervous and a little shy and oh, right back to sleep
D C9 G
Didn't bring it up until you were about to leave
A2 C7M
And I knew, it couldn't have been true
A2
My thoughts conjured a force, one too bad
C7M
And my sweater, somewhere on the floor
Em D/F# G G/B C
Was a spirit in the room
Am Bm C
So let afterthought of you
D C9 G
Coulda sworn that I heard them rumbling
D C9 G
Came back to the room with somebody
D C9 G
Climb into the bed, making space for someone else
D C9 G
With a little sunlight, I learned they were by themself
A2 C7M
And I knew, it couldn't have been true
A2
My thoughts conjured a form
C7M
I was certain you got what you'd been waiting for
Em D/F# G G/B C
Was a figure in the room
Am Bm C
Protection and my hopes for you
Am Bm C
Nothing for remembering you
Am Bm C
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