The Metrologist

Intro Bm G E X3 G E [Verso 1] Bm F#m G Ive never seen you here before G F#m A E Have you got time for just one more? Bm F#m G This rain wont let up for an hour at least G F#m A And I dont have anywhere I have Bm to be [Refrão] D A E Bm Around here theres not much else to do D A I wouldnt mind sitting down and E Bm spending time with you [Verso 2] Bm A silicone ball measures kilos so F#m theyre the G same everywhere G F#m You know I never think about it, so much of A E what goes on out there Bm F#m Sound wavs measured in metres in metric, and imperial G F#m What are the feet, would you say, A Bm between our table and that bar stool [Refrão] D A E Bm Tell me more about what you do D A E I've never met anyone who knows as much Bm as you {Solo} Bm F#m G F#m A E Bm F#m G F#m A Bm [Verso 3] Bm F#m I could keep asking you things G eternally F#m So much of what youve been saying A E deeply appeals to me Bm Ill try to keep my questions linear, F#m G try to articulate exactly what I mean G F#m You better bring the bottle back, A Bm looks like the rains gonna settle in [Refrão] D A So whats the weight of the booze, E Bm would you measure that in millilitres D A How many years have I lost, E Bm Id only count them if I was a defeatist [Pós-Refrão] D A But the only thing wasted here E Bm is that wine if dont finish my drink [Pré-Refrão] G F#m Is it numbers and scales to you A E Tell me how you see the things that I do G Bm Man Id love to be inside of your head A E Cos mines getting harder to bare G Bm Things are getting darker, A E its feeling harder, G I cant remember Where were we, F#m A Im sorry [Ponte] Bm Ive been trying to keep straight, trying to keep it together E But these tiny little tremors getting heavier and heavier G The numbers confuse me, Bm I dont understand E and now I have this strange swelling in both of my hands Bm I got the wrong shoes on, not prepared for the terrain E Its so pretty up here but Im preoccupied with the pain G Bm Can you tell me how long before I disappear E Whats the point look like at which I am no longer here Bm If my bodys too heavy and my lists too long E Have I failed as a woman cos my measurements are wrong G The goalposts keep shifting, Bm the ball slippery with rain E They want us to compete but they wont put us in the game Bm Whats the unit for the negative shit in my head E that only drowns when I down a solid litre before bed G Is it something scientific, Bm is it brain chemistry, E or am I just a product of myself, of panic and ennui Bm And how long is it before you forget who you are E While some talent spider tells you that youre too fat to be a star G Or a critic says your record sounds too Bm much like your boyfriend E Even though you wrote every fucking riff on the album Bm Youre too depressing, too obtuse, too aggressive, too aloof E Too demanding, too uptight, dont live up to any hype G Bm Either too old to be relevant or too young to be resonant E Addictions picking off mates like theyre all social experiments Bm All the kicking, all the pricks, all the leaches, snakes and ticks E All the hours on the road, lonely brain bound to implode G Psyche shrieking out the back, Bm bills are waiting in a growing stack E Youre working like a dog but you got nothing to show for that Outro D A E You gotta help me understand what Bm you do D A Ive never known anyone who keeps E Bm everything as straight as you D A E There was a time I had it all in Bm my fist D A E Now Im seriously considering becoming a metrologist