LEVERS AND GEARS Capo 2nd fret A F#m A E A You see I've this friend Who doesn't exist F#m He takes strides all in time With the watch on his wrist D E F#m E A And I only speak 'cos he compels me to It's much like the voice That lives in my sleep Painting Xes on dreams That I'd like to keep But I'd rather not mention that they all feature you A F#m E E CHORUS: D E F#m Maybe I'm not right between my ears D E A F#m But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere D E But I've got a notion that you're this way too A F#m So let's be together in a white padded room Bm D E And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears A F#m A E Sometimes I send letters From my fireplace Yeah, I set them aglow Watch them burn into space As they float softly away from me They're all addressed To the blackest of skies And I ask them to pour On all but you and I So we'd huddle dry underneath the same tree CHORUS A F#m D But my soul's got a voice A And a black telephone D And it calls me at night E When I am alone C#m Bm E And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak D But if everyone thought A All their thoughts right aloud D Would we all be locked up E And never let out? C#m Bm E I'm convinced it's not only me CHORUS ----------------------------------------------
