Tom: G
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
Language when referring to
D
G
A2
Bm
C7M
G
A2
Bm
C7M
G
A2
Bm
C7M
G
A2
Bm
C7M
G