Capo 1 when strumming, pluck the lower two strings with your thumb like so: There's so many ghosts in this house It's kind of hard to breathe They chew holes in your clothes And while you try to sleep they glow But I hesitate to believe Cause all we are is carbon, and that's how we'll stay We're simple things, rearranged in a complicated way My heart says the stark absurdity was meaningful all along But my mind at rest is plagued by the thought that I'm wrong AM travel won't solve our issues There's nothing out there to find We're playing this game alone This barren beach has but one stone And my, my. We are the mites that occupy Cause all of life is numerals, and chemicals to me Our art and song will never stall whatever force at be People think I'm crazy for lying in a ditch while others run But I'll be the one laughing when the tornado comes