G C One stop from the Peartree F C Am Em - F I'm into changing my mind about you G C Falling awake now G Am F C G Feeling the pull of the foreign climes Am7 Em7 Bring in a pillar of salt for me Am7 G F My analog of the Trojan army C G F For seven miles I've been awake C Am Em - F And something's stirring inside C G F For seven years I've been alone C G F And maybe this is the right time for me Showers of attention Fair weather blurring the spa soaked lines P is for pretention Primal emotion and new moonshine I'm getting lost in a waking dream Thinking about fundamental geometry Somebody fell on a sword for me Now all I need is a final analogy Our tennis phase and college days I'm feeling like it was seven years ago For seven hours we've been alone Now tell me, is this the right time for you