Lorna Zauberberg Chords & Lyrics - Mike Doughty

W[G]ait for your t[D]rain in my c[Am]ar by the s[C]tation
On the wh[G]eel, my hands are burn[D]ing from the col[Am]d [C]

Wh[G]at do you dr[D]eam as you do[Am]ze against the w[C]indow
And wil[G]l you tell the dr[D]eam when you come h[Am]ome? [C]

We'[G]re ill at ea[D]se in the ho[Am]use of lesser th[C]an
And in br[G]eakfast, we get by on [D]charm alone [Am] [C]

The [G]sun beats do[D]wn on imm[Am]aculate beige ca[C]rpets
And the p[G]lank of spoons bounce o[D]ff the off-white w[Am]all [C]

[Em]I flipped through the m[Am]usic that you left
All the o[Em]ld cassettes t[Am]hat lean against the w[C]all

[Em]I ate all the pea[Am]ches off the shelf
And I rea[Em]rranged the ca[Am]ns into a poe[C]m

[G]Vicious[D] mobs of candy-ra[Am]vers stalk the n[C]ight
And met[G]hadonians sle[D]ep right where they s[Am]tand [C]

[G]A weeping tra[D]nny is crad[Am]dling a s[C]teak knife
And you're ha[G]ppy slugging R[D]ob Roys with your [Am]man [C]

[Em]I fold all the swea[Am]ters in the drawer
And I sm[Em]elled your smell and I h[Am]eld one to my n[C]ose

[Em]Lay awake to the d[Am]rizzle on window
As the [Em]swan neck of the f[Am]an sweeps back and fo[C]rth
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