Intro: D / F#m / G 

Verse:
        D                F#m   G      D              F#m   G
There's rows and rows of houses, with windows painted blue.
With the light from the TV, running parallel to you.
But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be.
Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.

Chorus:
     A         Bm          G    G Bm A
I am so out of tune with you,
               Bm          G
I am so out of tune with you.