As If By Design

E

E
The stars were just the holes punched in the shoebox
                                                      B
That gives the creature all the air he needs to breathe
As if every constellation was just a form of inhalation
                   Am               E
From a captor too enormous to conceive

E
The moon beamed like a coach from junior high school
                                                      B
When players hacked their way through each opposing team
And the brighter it was shining, felt like the wider he was smiling
                     Am                   E
On a season that he loved too much to leave

E                                                          B
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a little too much
                                                                     E
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes a razor and a toothbrush
                                                       A
And in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem aligned
                     B              E
It all runs together, as if by design

The boat out in the middle of the ocean
                                            B
Is like the butterfly just breathing on the sea
Giving all of its attention to this new and strange reflection
                  Am                E
Not recognized as what it used to be

E                                                          B
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a little too much
                                                                     E
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes a razor and a toothbrush
                                                        A
When in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem aligned
                     F#      B E
It all runs together, as if by design

      A#m
Every day getting a little
     A
More acquainted with the riddles
B         F#m                           B
Until I'm looking for them everywhere I go

E C#m C# C#m F#7 B
F#m E D#m C# B
E Bm D A F#m A F#m B E

E
When you stare off in the night sometimes you see a little too much
                                                                     B
Sometimes there's a world behind the mirror, sometimes a razor and a toothbrush
                                                       A      F#m A
And in those fleeting moments when the stars all seem aligned
                   F#  B       E
It all runs together, as if by design
E
As if by design
E
As if by design

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