Caring Is Creepy taby ukulele według Shins

I think i'll go home and mull this over
         D       A       G
before i cram it down my throat
        Bm        A             G       Em
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
           D       A          G
has broken up into bits in my moat.

Em       D        Em      D
lift the mattress off the floor
Em       D
walk the cramps off
   A              G
go meander in the cold
Em           D
hail to your dark skin
Em         D
hiding the fact you're dead again
Em   D                A            G          
underneath the powerliness seeking shade
G 
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

       Bm        A      G         Em
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
            D            A              G
that let us bet when you know we should fold
   Bm      A         G          Em
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
           D             A               G
and of the whole mess of roads we're now on.

Em        D         Em      D 
hold your glass up, hold it in
Em      D                   A               G
never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em      D                 Em
one day i'll be wondering how
         D                  Em
I got so old just wondering how
        D                A              G
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

G
this is way beyond my remote concern 
of being condescending

Bm  A     G    F#m    Em   F#m   G
all these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm  A    G  F#m      Em  F#m   G
building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.

BRIDGE (w/ organ solo)
Bm  A   G   Em   D   A   G   REPEAT 2x

Em        D         Em      D
hold your glass up, hold it in
Em      D                   A               G
never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em      D                 Em
one day i'll be wondering how
         D                  Em
I got so old just wondering how
        D                A              G
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

G
this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending


Bm  A     G    F#m    Em   F#m   G
all these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm  A    G  F#m      Em  F#m   G
building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.