Looker

	  		


G                                 F 
We walked next to a street full of speeding cars 
G                       C 
We walked like they had stolen ours 
G                                F 
The pace-car made for what was a hurried hour 
G                         C 
You picked at love-me-not flowers 
Gmaj7         
And I hope the worst ones come true 
         Am                                              G/C 
I hope I don't think the way that their screen taught me to 

G                         F 
I know the low sound of a steady voice 
       G                           C 
If you love something you'd better profit 
    G                               F 
And you wear a guard like your guard against a lie 
    G                    C 
The lie that told you to speak quiet 
Gmaj7 
As something to look at on a screen 
           Am                          C 
I hope you don't look at all pretty to me 

Em                    Bm 
Painted a word on the side of your shirt 
    Am                      G 
You can't be all they're defining 
    Em                   Bm  
And I remain lost in my father's exhaust 
        Am                   G 
And you can't just be a name to find 
    Em 
And in time, find us stuck 
             Bm 
To all those terms made up 
          Am 
Like a picture to hang on the wall 
Am 
Adolescent bedroom wall 
       C 
On the wall 
       G 
On the wall 
       C 
On the wall 

Am C