[Intro]
C F
Am G C F
[Estrofa]
          C                                   F 
There's a sky full of lights, and none of them stars 
                Am                   G         C           F 
But each white, silvery flicker's, a faithful reminder to us 
     C                                                F 
Of a weight that's in youth, that makes a dick of us all 
      Am                        G         C          F 
If it happened today, then it's probably happened before  
      C                                         F 
In a crowd unfamiliar, I just wanna touch a familiar face 
          Am                         G            C           F 
And make friends at the parties I've feared, the likes of an age 
      C                                       F 
To be wanted with truth, and make formidable love 
     Am                     G          C          F 
See light in myself, that I see inside everyone else I know
[Estrofa]
           C                                   F 
It's not a lacking of spine, nor of physical pulse 
             Am                   G          C          F 
It's just a feeling of distance, akin to a feeling of loss 
   C                                 F 
Of love in the youth, of my limited life 
     Am                       G        C          F 
That passed in a violent, and ritual screwing inside  
    C                                          F 
the years unfamiliar, are made of increasingly digital days 
         Am                      G           C              F 
And I am grieving the loss of myself, with frightening malaise 
             C                                        F 
When there's weightness in youth, and the sum of it's small 
     Am                         G               C           F 
Just stand in the darkness, and laugh with your heel on its throat
[Estribillo]
C                 Am              F               C 
      'Coz not everything means something honey 
   F                 Am                     C 
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things 
       Am            F          C 
And if everything is temporary, I 
     F                    Am                     C 
Will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being
[Post-Estribillo]
            F 
Alone in my house 
          Am       G 
Frozen in time 
                 F 
But don't get me wrong now honey 
    C 
I'm trying
[Medio]
F Am G C F
[Estrofa]
          C                                     F 
There's a warmth in the eyes and a clearness of thought 
          Am                      G            C          F 
When the deepest of sighs and the frankest of shadows are gone 
      C                                 F 
We're pushing a stone, up a mountainous waste 
        Am                           G          C          F 
And the lines at the store look like lines on a beautiful face
         C                                       F 
See, I'm not so assured, nor unusually strong or outstandingly brave 
              Am                     G             C           F 
I'm more just fumbling around in the dark, for the bulk of my day 
             C                                         F 
When there's weight that's in youth and the sum of it's small 
       Am                        G             C             F 
I will stand in the darkness and laugh with my heel on its throat
[Estribillo]
C                 Am              F               C 
      'Coz not everything means something honey 
   F                 Am                     C 
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things 
       Am            F          C 
And if everything is temporary, I 
     F                    Am                     C 
Will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being
[Post-Estribillo]
            F 
Alone in my house 
          Am       G 
Frozen in time 
                 F 
But don't get me wrong now honey, I'm Okay
[Instrumental]
C F
Am G F
[Puente]
   C                        F 
Ah cast me a line, ah honey cast me a line 
          Am                      G       C                F 
Won't you fear me tonight? Goddamn do you fear me tonight? 
     C                         F 
Ah pass me a light, ah honey pass me a light 
          Am                      G       C                F 
Won't you feel me tonight? Goddamn do you feel me tonight?
[Estribillo]
C                 Am              F               C 
      'Coz not everything means something honey 
   F                 Am                     C 
So say the unsayable, say the most human of things 
       Am            F          C 
And if everything is temporary, I 
     F                    Am                     C 
Will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being