A

A                        D
I am hungry, but I'm not cold.
D                                   F#m
I'm starving, but the suit keeps me warm
A                                 E7sus4
and the light hits me full in the face
       F#m             D              A
as I assume my new and dreadful form

A                 D
kick an incubator open
D                    F#m
and like a flower in bloom
A
sustenance, blessed sustenance
Bm              D
oozing from the tomb

D                           A    F#m            D      A
I know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside

A                       D
and in the ever present light
D                      F#m
and in my ever growing needs
A                         E7sus4
if a man should crest the ridge
F#m                            D     Dsus2   A
he's going to have to watch me feed.


A                       D
but no one's ever gonna come
D                      F#m
and nobody's gonna know
A                         E7sus4
I will sail home again
       F#m             D              A
concealed among the upright walking men

D                           A    F#m            D      A
to know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside.