Don’t worry I’m not looking at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don’t worry I’m not looking at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue

I know it drives you crazy
When I pretend you don’t exist
When I’d like to lean in close
And run my hands against your lips
Though we haven’t even spoken
Still I sense there’s a rapport

So whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home

Don’t worry I’m not looking at you (x2)
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don’t worry I’m not looking at you

I know you see me see you
As you see me walk on past
When there’s nothing more I’d like to do
Then come in close and hear you laugh
Though we haven’t even spoken
Still I sense there’s a rapport

So whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Yea whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Hmm whisper me your number

Capo on the first fret
Strum intro
[Bm–]
You’re the night, Lilah, a little girl, lost in the woods.
You’re a folktale, the unexplainable.
You’re a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you’re waiting for me, cause I can’t make it on my own(X2)…
It’s too dark to see the land marks, and I don’t want your good luck charms
I hope you’re waiting for me to cross your carpet of stars.
You’re the night, lilah, you’re everything that we can’t see.
Lilah, You’re the possibility.
You’re the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you’re waiting for me, cause I can’t make it on my own (X2)

Em G Am (X2) G Sax solo/ some variation of these chords +
Unknown the unlit world of old. You’re the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside my door.
Here I stand I’m all alone. Driving down the pitch black road.
Lilah you’re my only home and I can’t make it on my own.
You’re a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you’re waiting for me cause I can’t make it on my own.

I can make it on my own.

‘–You’re the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the
hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball. The battle of the earth of the angels. The
shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic – call you carpet of stars. See there is
something in the yard. It’s awful dark. With the painted strings, the cross, the good
luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer. The group ‘?…

I got some the ending lyrics off the web, I don’t believe they are correct, but the song
is hard to understand at that point, I think the chords are close.