Intro:
   F Dm F Gm
   A Dm Dm7 Dm
   Gm Dm Dm7 Dm
   Gm

Versе 1:
Dm                   Dm7               Dm
Use that key and make   me bleed, radiator
Gm       Dm                      Dm7                         Dm                       Gm
  And offseason, there’s not a devil in hell who would turn  down the chance to meet  her
       Dm                 Dm7                       Dm                  Gm
Talking  underhand on her favourite band you pretend  to like before leaving
          Dm                 Dm7
The torrential sounds of the driving clouds
             Dm                      Gm
You said the sky's just bruised but I  saw bleeding

Pre-Chorus: F Gm Dm

Chorus:
F                 Gm                Dm
 What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
F               Gm                  A
 And further on,  I still won't care enough to know
           F                    Gm
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
       Dm
I could  gild my hands in this cirxxxstance
        F                   Gm
I could lift you up, give a further thought
       A
I could bleach your name in the crowd

Verse 2:
Dm Dm7 Dm Gm  Dm                  Dm7          Dm                       Gm
            I think she had a pretty name, something that rhymes with Jesus
           Dm                      Dm7                    Dm                       Gm
And it’s insane, there’s not a debonair who would turn  down the chance to meet  her
      Dm                  Dm7
Sunk a  couple grand on a losing hand
             Dm                    Gm
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer
        Dm               Dm7
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
            Dm                           Gm
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh

Pre-Chorus:
F Gm            Dm
    xxxxin' Teresa

Chorus:
F                 Gm                Dm
 What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
F               Gm                  A
 And further on,  I still won't care enough to know
           F                    Gm
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
       Dm
I could  gild my hands in this cirxxxstance
        F                   Gm
I could lift you up, give a further thought
       A                             Dm
I could bleach your name in the crowd

Bridge:
F                                 Bb
 Look, could you give me a minute?
                                       Gm
I'm much too sharp when I’m on my own
               Dm               A                                   F
I see your face  move in the shadows of all the places we used to go
                               Bb
But could you give me a minute?
                                     Gm
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
               Dm                A
I wish my words  were made for lovers, but I can’t stand not singing on my own

Outro: Dm Dm7 Dm Gm