G                             
My brown eyes, two pools of mud
Em                                       D           G
Resting in two dark moons, they turn the tide into a flood
Em                                    G 
And the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town,
Em                                  D                G
All the glare of the city lights, every cul de sac we've talked down
G                                         Em
Over time they build up the city, and our arguments show it all
G                                Em 
Every ring road, every motorway, displayed in crease and wrinkle
C                                         D
Until my face is a map you have folded up one hundred, one thousand times.


Em                        G              C       G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
              Em    G                 C                 G     
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts

G
Your blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seas
Em                                          D                G
As the salt elevates my body, they float my heart up past my teeth
Em                                      G
And with the water and the Cypriot sun, would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?
Em                                  D                      G  
Would it fix the pallor of my skin? Would my freckles all meld into one?
G                                 Em
Your body above me, sobbing down, my cheeks wet from your tears
G                                   Em
They extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my ears
C                                         D
Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canals

Em                        G              C       G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
              Em     G                C                 G   
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts

Break: Am         C G Em   Am          C Em G   Am          C G Em     Am            C Em G

    C                                         Em                G
And life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
           Em                  D                   Em                   G
Between my waterfalls and your landslides, there's cartography in every scar
      C                                   Em                G
Life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far

Em                       G              C       G
Because it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
              Em    G                 C                 G
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts
Em                        G         C            G
You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
              Em     G                C                 G   
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts