Chords uded in intro (capo rlative):
    Fmaj7    Bm       Am7      G            Fmaj7
E|--0--------0--------0--------3------------0-----------------|
B|--1--------1--------1--------0------------1-----------------|
G|--2--------0--------0--------0------------2-----------------|
D|--3--------0--------2--------0------------3-----------------|
A|--3--------2--------0--------2------------3-----------------|
E|--x--------x--------x--------3------------1-----------------|

[Verse 1]
   F                 G            C
It seems that we are clams inside our shells
        F                G             C                        F
Side by side on rocks we feel the tide as the sea contracts and swells
 F                    G                           F
Pearls grow from the pain inside we often know so well
F                        G
So languageless, emotionless we must now find
          F
Some way to tell the ocean not to worry
  G             C
Ultimately all, predictably, is well

[Refrain]
 F               G              C
Oh fisherman, it seems you've lost your net
             F               C
Furthermore, it seems you're sinking, do not waste time with regret
F                            G             C                      F
Most of the world is covered in that stuff which constitutes your sweat
                        G                    C
With which your body's, for a long time now, been marginally wet

[Verse 2]
G         F              G            C
I would tell you but I'm not so good with words
 F               G              C
Language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd
F                      G           C                    F
Anyway, my songs about contentment so far always end in verbs
 F                         C                                  F
Like "drive", or "run", or "go to sleep, the damage has been done"
 F                                G       C
Life's not made up of things that must be lost or won
 F                          G                 C
But you can live that way if that's what you call fun

[Refrain]
F           C
Oh karma chameleon
            F                     G                C                        F
Are you in tune to the voice that makes that noise saying your work here is done?
F                            G                      C
And do you dream at night of thoughts inside you'll never tell no one
 F                          G                 C
Unless you find some way to mask them in some sarcastic pun?

[Outro]
    F              G                   C
And oh, misguided secret angel on the run
F                                  G            C
What was so wrong with taking your wings off, a day of working done
F                                   G                         Am
In your dreams of hell, do you have endless chores or are you banished to boredom?
F                           G
Now you can't decide if you believe in either one
F                       G
You can't decide if you believe in either one
F                            G                         F
You'll not know until you've tried, and so you can't decide
F                       G                     Am
You can't decide if you believe in either one