Parakeet

G          F#mi        E
You wake up in the morning  
      D      F#mi      E
and fall out of your bed 
  D     F#mi   E
mean cats eat parakeets 
  D                C     B
and this one's nearly dead. 
you dearly wish the wind shift  
and  greasy windows slide 
open for the parakeet 
who's colored  bitter  lime. 
  
 Emi         C
Open the window 
     Ami           Bmi    D
and lift into your dreams 
 Emi      C     Ami            D  B7
lately, baby, you can  barely breathe.  
A
A broken wrist, an accident 
you  know that something's wrong  
you fold the leavings of your  past 
no one knows you've gone. 
the  sunspot flares of the  early 
nineties light up your wings. 
and scan the  shortwave  radio 
it's tracking outer range.  
Emi
Open the  window 
and lift into your dreams 
baby, baby,  you can start  to breathe 
  
G
The tectonic dispatcher shifts  
to smooth the ocean floor 
and flattens out to warmer winds  
of  brisbane's sunny shore. 
where buddhas tend to mending  wrists 
a tea made  from the leaves 
of eucalyptus fragrances  
and coriander seeds. 
   
Emi
Open your window  
and lift into a dream 
baby, baby,  baby starts to breathe  
open the window 
and lift into a dream 
baby,  baby,  baby starts to breathe  
G
You wake up in the morning  
to warm pacific breeze 
where  means cats chew on licorice  
       D      C         G#mi
and cannot climb the trees.