Tone: [G]
Intro:
Your str[G]stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never l[C]land
Second star to the r[D]right… [Dsus4]
Verse:
[G]I’m gripping the grass and pulling up da[Em]daisies
[G]Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gr[Em]gravity
[G]Airplane eclipses over spirals of math - would[Em]would or could the impact kill me?
[C]Yes, yes, yes[D]yes. No, no, no, no, no.
[G]It’s just high-noon moon saying “shoot for the[Em]the stars”
[G]“Be the next big constellation co[Em]connecting the dots between your parts”
Chorus:
[C]Dandelion seeds yet to r[G]ride on the breeze
You make a w[C]wish upon the dead but turn and c[G]call it a weed
[C]Only plastic fl[G]flowers never d[D]die [D7]
Verse:
[G]With the bones of a crow and ambitions of ca[Em]candle wax
[G]What do you know of control? The w[Em]wind is simply at your back
[G]It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you c[Em]cue the final words of Leary and cry:
[C]Why, why, why? W[D]Why not? Why not? Why not?
[G]I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an el[Em]elephant tied right down to its stake
[G]Cut ties, shed the dead weight, I ain’t s[Em]saying it’s fate but there are no mistakes
Chorus:
[C]Dandelion seeds yet to r[G]ride on the breeze
You make a w[C]wish upon the dead but turn and c[G]call it a weed
[C]Only plastic fl[G]flowers never d[D]die
Well, I cry on s[C]kies of blue lino[G]leum. C[C]louds o’ spilt milk, but am[G] I the cup
[C]Here comes the s[D]sun, am I falling [C]up?[G]up?
Falling [C]up,[G] he[C]re comes the s[D]un, am I falling [C]up?[G]
Bridge:
D[Em]Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
H[G]Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
R[Em]Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
S[G]Stage fright only when it’s karaoke night with friends leave early
D[Em]Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a n[G]new tattoo?
Oh, is n[Em]now really a good time for a new tatt[G]tattoo?
[G]The larger they are,[Em]are, the harder they tend to fall
[G]Much larger than life ‘cause from such h[C]height life looks a[D]awful small
And d[C]andelions grow in d[G]irt, m[C]agic mushrooms grow in p[G]iles of bullxxxx
[C]I grew up in sub[G]suburbia. Love us or h[D]hate us, pick us, you’re killing us
Chorus:
[C]Dandelion seeds yet to r[G]ride on the breeze
You make a w[E]wish upon the dead but turn and c[Am]call it a weed
[C]Only plastic fl[G]flowers never d[D]die
Well, I cry on s[C]kies of blue lino[G]leum. C[C]louds o’ spilt milk, but am [G]I the cup
[C]Here comes the s[D]sun am I falling [C]up [G]
Falling [C]up,[G] he[C]re comes the s[D]un, am I falling [C]up?[G]
Falling [C]up,[G] he[C]re comes the s[D]un, am I falling [C]up?[G]
Outro:
D[Em]Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a n[G]new tattoo?
Oh, is n[Em]now really a good time for a new tatt[G]tattoo?
[G]Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never l[C]land
Second star to the r[D]right, and straight on ‘till you d[G]die.