Falling Up

Intro G Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near C Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land D Dsus4 Second star to the right… Verse G Em I’m gripping the grass and pulling up daisies G Em Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity G Em Airplane eclipses over spirals of math - would or could the impact kill me? C D Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no. G Em It’s just high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars” G Em “Be the next big constellation connecting the dots between your parts” Chorus C G Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze C G You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed C G D D7 Only plastic flowers never die Verse G Em With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candle wax G Em What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back G Em It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary and cry: C D Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not? G Em I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake G Em Cut ties, shed the dead weight, I ain’t saying it’s fate but there are no mistakes Chorus C G Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze C G You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed C G D Only plastic flowers never die C G C G Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup C D C G Here comes the sun, am I falling up? C G C D C G Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up? Bridge Em Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino G Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes Em Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like G Stage fright only when it’s karaoke night with friends leave early Em G Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo? Em G Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo? G Em The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall G C D Much larger than life ‘cause from such height life looks awful small C G C G And dandelions grow in dirt, magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit C G D I grew up in suburbia. Love us or hate us, pick us, you’re killing us Chorus C G Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze E Am You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed C G D Only plastic flowers never die C G C G Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup C D C G Here comes the sun am I falling up C G C D C G Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up? C G C D C G Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up? Outro Em G Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo? Em G Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo? G Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near C Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land D G Second star to the right, and straight on ‘till you die.