[Intro]
     x2

[Verse 1]
            
We don't have 

   
to know
          
Anyone at all
          
Anyone at all
            
Draw the blind

       
s back slow
              
Sun fades in o

   
ur room
             
Two begin to b


loom
            
Silk skin love

   
rs danced
              
With diamonds 

   
in their hands
              
Diamonds in th

    
eir hands
            
We could feel 

     
like them
              
Rarely would w

  
e ask
              
Of things we u

       
sed to have

[Chorus]
           
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
             
That I wanna c

             
all your name
            
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
             
That I wanna c

             
all your name
            
Is that news t

  
o you?
             
That I wanna c

             
all your name
            
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
              
That I wanna c

   
all

[Instrumental]

     x2

[Verse 2]
             
We don't have 

   
to go
            
Anywhere at al

l
            
Anywhere at al

l
            
Bless our gard

     
en's growth
              
Ivy climbs the

 
 wall
              
Heather in the

 
 fall
            
Smoke-screen t

         
hose who stand
              
So righteous i

      
n our path
              
That never tho

        
ught to ask
            
We'll define w

          
hat's fair
             
Oh baby they p

refer
              
Illusion to de


spair

[Chorus]
           
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
             
That I wanna c

all your name
           
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
             
That I wanna c

all your name
            
Is that news t

      
o you?
             
That I wanna c

             
all your name
             
Is that cool w

        
ith you?
              
That I wanna c

   
all

[Instrumental]

     x2

[Verse 3]
            
I see their he

ads against th

e windows

Breathing on t

he glass
             
Dreaming of th

              
e day that the

      
y can finally 

relax
   
If only this n

ormality

Belonged to more than fantasy
     
It's too much
             
Well they're h

        
oping and faki

ng
        
They're curled

 in disdain
            
The flowers to

              
o tall for the

 
 table again
             
But it's alrig

              
ht, they call 

   
it faith