Intro: A D A Bm Don't sell me anything G D Your one time offer, so uncalled-for A You call it peace of mind D A Bm Cause I can see your house from here G D A Now all the leaves have fallen, dear D A Bm I can see you're just a little privateer G A D As your confession draws more near Bm F# Bm Time and again, I find I'm listless F# Or rather, fistless Bm F# Bm F# In time, oh, that's what I find Bm F# So carry me to Mecca Bm F# With what you may divine Bm G Take me with you, take me with you A Don't leave me behind D A Bm Oh cause I, I don't want your life insurance G D A Home, auto, health, flood, and fire insurance D A Bm Oh, just make, please make this basic inference G D A And speak of me in the present tense D A Bm Oh cause I, I can see your ships from here G D A Now all the weather's so bright and clear D A Bm I can see you're just a little profiteer G A D As your confession draws more near G A D As your confession draws more near G A D As your confession draws more near
Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Earnest; Melancholy; Yearning; Sentimental; Intimate; Warm; Refined; Reflective; Romantic; Sensual; Poignant; Plaintive; Wistful; Soothing; Literate; Searching; Cerebral; Sweet; Weary; Reserved; Organic; Sophisticated
Thema: In Love; Introspection; Reflection; Sunday Afternoon; Long Walk
Stijl: Alternative Pop/Rock; Alternative/Indie Rock; Adult Alternative Pop/Rock