D                             G                               Bm 
We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids, 
        A 
Culture forbids, 
D                     G                           Bm 
We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is, 
                A 
To fall off the grid.

G* D*   Em*     A*      C#dim* D* 
We live for the night's de  -  cor. 
     F*    A*      D*    A* 
It reveals what we dream of.

D                               G 
  I know there's someone at the door, 
                                  Bm 
They called for help, of this I'm sure, 
         A           G 
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes, 
D                            G 
   I'm holding on to what I know, 
                            Bm 
And what I know, I must let go, 
                A            G 
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

D                             G 
We all know somebody who knows somebody who's doing great, 
Bm                          A 
I know some people who know people who are flying straight, 
D                       G 
But I'll kindly enter into rooms of depression, 
Bm                          A 
While ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again.

G* D*   Em*     A*      C#dim D* 
We live for the night's de  - cor. 
     F*    A*      D*    A* 
It reveals what we dream of.

D                               G 
  I know there's someone at the door, 
                                  Bm 
They called for help, of this I'm sure, 
         A           G 
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes, 
D                            G 
   I'm holding on to what I know, 
                            Bm 
And what I know, I must let go, 
                A            G 
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

Bm   A       G       D    Bm  A     G    D 
This room is far too dark for us to stay around, 
Bm A         G        D   Bm  A           G     D 
Redemption's not that far and darkness is going down. 
D*      D*       G*       G*       Bm*      A*       G*          A* 
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D                            G 
   I'm holding on to what I know, 
                            Bm 
And what I know, I must let go, 
                A            G 
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

D       D        G        G        Bm       A        G           A 
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          D* 
Make them stop.