IntroDm-Dsus2-F-G (x4)F-G-Amis it enough to have some lovesmall enough to slip inside a booksmall enough to cover with your handbecause everyone around you wants to lookF-G-Amit is enough to have some lovesmall enough to slip inside the cracksthe pieces dont fit together so goodwith all the breaking and all the gluing backF-G-Amand i am still not getting what i wanti want to touch the back of your right armi wish you could remind me who i wasbecause every day Im a little further offF-Am-Gbut you are, my love, the astronautflying in the face of sciencei will gladly stay an afterthoughtF-C-Bbjust bring back some nice remindersDm-E-F-G (x4)F-G-Amand is it getting harder to pretendthat life goes on without you in the wakeand can you see the means without the endin the random frantic action that we takeF-G-Amand is it getting easy not to caredespite the many rings around your nameit isnt funny and it isnt fairyouve traveled all this way and its the sameF-Am-Gbut you are, my love, the astronautflying in the face of sciencei will gladly stay an afterthoughtF-C-Bbjust bring back some nice remindersDm-E-F-G (x4)Dm-E-F-Gand i would tell them anything to see you split the eveningbut as you see i do not have an awful lot to telleverybodys sick for something that they can find fascinatingeveryone but you and even you arent feeling wellF-Am-Gbut you are, my love, the astronautflying in the face of sciencei will gladly stay an afterthoughtF-C-Bbjust bring back some nice remindersF-Am-Gyes you are, my love, the astronautcrashing in the name of sciencejust my luck they sent your upper halfits a very nice reminderF-C-Bbits a very nice reminderF-G-Amand you may be acquainted with the nightbut I have seen the darkness in the dayand you must know it is a terrifying sightbecause you and i are living the same wayFonte: http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/a/amanda_palmer/astronaut_crd.htm BmYou walk into the roomBm/BbWith your pencil in your handBm7/AYou see somebody nakedE7And you say, "Who is that man?"GYou try so hardEmBut you don't understandD F#mJust what you'll sayBmWhen you get homeD F#mBecause something is happening hereBmBut you don't know what it isGDo you, Mister Jones?BmYou raise up your headBm/BbAnd you ask, "Is this where it is?"Bm7/A E7And somebody points to you and says "It's his"GAnd you say, "What's mine?"EmAnd somebody else says, "Well, what is?"D F#mAnd you say, "Oh my GodBmAm I here all alone?"D F#mBut something is happening hereBmAnd you don't know what it isGDo you, Mister Jones?You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, "How does it feelto be such a freak?"And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a boneAnd something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?BmYou have many contactsBm7/AAmong the lumberjacksGTo get you factsBmWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectBm7/AAnyway they already expect youGTo just give a checkEmTo tax-deductibleACharity organizationsYou've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looksWith great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou've been throughAll of F. Scott Fitzgerald's booksYou're very well readIt's well knownBut something is happening hereAnd you don't know what