A             Cism      D             Fism*
  sometimes i think, i have to sing about this
 G            Hm           D                 E7
have to sing about that to be some kind of unique
A                 Cism    D     Fism*
  then i start to try to sing about that
    G            Hm      D                E7          A
to sing about this, but nothing, realy nothing rings true

A                Cism       D            Fism*
  this song also starts, as try to sing about this
 G            Hm                D               E7
try to sing about that there´s something in the air
      A             Cism          D          Fism* 
some cold, nonpoint mindsteam condenses on a window
   G            Hm          D             E7
inviting ur forefinger to draw a smiling face 

A                 Cism  D              Fism*   
  as i watch the fogged   and smiling glass plate
   G           Hm              D                   E7
a destillatet teardrop falls through the blurried world
A                 Cism    D                Fism*
  runs straightly down, apostels some more water
   G               Hm            D                  E7
colides withe the woodframe and waits for ascention day



A             Cism      D             Fism*
  sometimes i think, i have to sing about this
 G            Hm           D                 E7
have to sing about that to be some kind of unique
A                Cism       D            Fism*
  this song also starts, as try to sing about this
 G            Hm                D               E7
try to sing about that there´s something in the air