Riff A                                                                  Riff B
E|-----------------------| e|-----------------------|
B|-----------------------| B|-----------------------|
G|-----------------------| G|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-|
D|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-|                      D|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-|
A|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-|                      A|-0-2-2-0-2-2-0-2-2-0-5-|
E|-0-2-2-0-2-2-0-2-2-0-5-| E|-----------------------|

Intro: Riff A x4

Verse 1
Riff A x4
When the summer is young
and nobody has their prices

Riff B x2
No one is no one

Riff A x2
and nobody in a crisis

Chorus
D5                A5                          F#5
There’s no swimming past the drop-off
D5                 A5           F#5
or feeling sorry for yourself
D5                   A5                       F#5
Ya don’t go swimming past the drop-off
   D5 A5 Riff Ax4
or else

Verse 2
Yer a pistol, yer a gun
and suddenly I have no prices
I’m like a friend of Dylan’s
our shovels meeting in some crisis

Chorus
    D5          A5                           F#5
But there’s no swimming past the drop-off
D5           A5                   F#5
Yea we don’t replace ourselves
D5                   A5                 F#5
Ya don’t go swimming past the drop-off
   D5   E5
or else


Bridge 1
        E5               E5                 E5                           E5 D5
The fates are amok and spun, measured and cut and the past is meant to please us
            E5            E5              E5                      E5                 D5
Yer a comet from earth in a Kiss Alive shirt saying, ‘holy fuck, it’s jesus!?’
            E5         E5                             E5             E5             D5
The surface is green and the dark interweaves in a lonely iridescence
     E5      E5               E5            E5                  D5                  A5
It’s terribly deep and the cold is complete and it only lacks a presence
                 Riff A x4
and nothing else.

Verse 3
When the summer is done
and nobody sympathizes
Yer no friend of Dylan’s
Yea, you won’t see another crisis

Chorus
There’s no swimming past the drop-off
or feeling sorry for ourselves
Ya don’t go swimming past the drop-off
or else

Bridge 2
Personal stakes will get raised and get raised til your story gets compelling
If you lacked the sense or were willfully dense is forever in the telling
The surface is green and the dark interweaves in a lonely iridescence
     E5     E5                E5            E5                D5                    A5
It’s terribly deep and the cold is complete and it only lacks a presence
                 C5
and nothing else.
         D5
nothing else
 E5
nothing else
Riff A x4
and no one else.