D         A
I think I like you
E                                   Bm
'Cause you like the same bands that I do
 A         D                               A
You like hangin' out and sleeping in and sniffing glue
Bm                           D           D
You're so old school, you're so old school

[Verse 2]

D         A
I think I like you
E                                    Bm
'Cause you like the same things that I do
  A       D                                    A
You like Crimson Lake and lightning strikes and Yves Klein Blue
Bm                          D
You're so obscure, you're so obscure

[Chorus]

A
With a word you shape your pretty
Bm                 D
Ponies into golden horses
                   A
Tell me that your bridesmaids will wear black
                       Bm                    D
When they take to the floor for your bridal waltZ and
              A    E     D
And when you find your groom
           A    E     Bm
When you find your groom
              D             Bm
You're gonna ride those palominos
      A
To the moon

Bm  D  A
       Do do doo.... x 2

[Vorse 3]

A
I think I like you
E                                 Bm
'Cause you like the same shit that I do
  A       D                                   A
You like breathing in and breathing out and standing still
Bm                   D
You're so uncool, you're so uncool

[Chorus]

A                                 Bm                 D
Open wide your windows let some air back into your bedroom
            A                                         Bm                   D
Oh there's monsters here we can't go near I see their feet underneath your curtains
               A     E    D
And when you leave this room
              A     E    Bm
If you ever leave this room
             D                           A
Well can we ride those palominos to the moon
A
Do do do

[Bridge]

            Bm                           D
Because the strom is all consuming, and comes without a warning

When it hits just to tear your world into tiny pieces
A
Do do do do

Bm                             D
The storm is all consuimg, and comes without a warming

When it hits just to tear your world into tiny pieces ah
A
Do do do

             D
She's gonna ride those
                            Bm
Golden horses out into the blue
                                 F#m
Out of these lifeless suburban avenues
                          D
She's gonna ride those, palominos
            Bm                                    F#m
She's gonna ride thos golden horses out into the blue
                                  D
Out of these lifeliess suburban avenues
                                             A
She's gonna ride those, palominos, to the moon


A             Bm