E


[Verse 1]
E
The stars were just the holes punched in the shoebox
                                                      B
That gives the creature all the air he needs to breathe

As if every constellation was just a form of inhalation
                   Am               E
From a captor too enormous to conceive

[Verse 2]
E
The moon beamed like a coach from junior high school
When players hacked their way through each opposing 
  B
team

And the brighter it was shining, felt like the wider he
 was smiling
                     Am                   E
On a season that he loved too much to leave

[Chorus]
E                                                 
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a 
         B
little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes 
              E
a razor and a toothbrush
And in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem 
 A
aligned
                     B              E
It all runs together, as if by design

[Verse 3]

The boat out in the middle of the ocean
                                            B
Is like the butterfly just breathing on the sea

Giving all of its attention to this new and strange 
reflection
                  Am                E
Not recognized as what it used to be

[Chorus]
E                                                 
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a 
         B
little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes 
              E
a razor and a toothbrush
When in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem 
 A
aligned
                     F#      B E
It all runs together, as if by design

[Bridge]
      A#m
Every day getting a little
     A
More acquainted with the riddles
B         F#m                           B
Until I'm looking for them everywhere I go

[Solo]

E C#m C# C#m F#7 B

F#m E D#m C# B

E Bm D A F#m A F#m B E


[Chorus]
E
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a 
little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes 
              B
a razor and a toothbrush
And in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem 
 A      F#m A
aligned
                   F#  B       E
It all runs together, as if by design
E
As if by design
E
As if by design