tabbed by kevin ricker. (parenthetical notations by jeff brennan) (some blanks filled in by Will Neumann)

Instead of playing a real Db, play the standard D, 1 fret lower, and slide up to the D.
Don't mute the other strings - the dissonance is critical.  
(The add he does is merely him only depressing a D note--middle fingering on a standard D chord--and letting the open G & E strings ring.)

Db-D                       G
when i catch sight of your face
Db-D                          G
and the late light falling on it
Db-D                       A                  G              D
i feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide
Db-D                       G
when i feel the way your fingers
Db-D           G
wiggle in my palm
Db-D                          G
i feel warm and i feel good inside

D                                 A
and i know that you're wearing a wire
D                                     G
but as the sun becomes a blazing orange ball of fire
         D                                A                  D
i lose interest in this and other such inconsequential questions

when you kick off your shoes
and i see the wet grass give way underneath your feet
and the sunset rears up once more to its burial ground
well, you look so sweet

(D)                              (A)
and i know you'll be turning me in
(D)                              (G)
but i also know your real name's not amy lynn
(D)                              (A) 
and as the orange globe rears up to swallow us, too,
(D)                              (G) 
i see you look at me and figure out what i know about you
                  (D)
well, i'm not telling
(A)               (D)
i'm not telling you anything

(I alternate the A chords in the verse  with open strums.)
 
A                           D      E7  
WHEN I CATCH SIGHT OF YOUR FACE
A			     D      E7
AND THE LATE LIGHT FALLING ON IT
A   				E	       D             A
I FEEL SCARED AND I SCOPE THE AREA OUT FOR A GOOD PLACE TO HIDE
WHEN I FEEL THE WAY YOUR FINGERS
WIGGLE IN MY PALM
I FEEL WARM AND I FEEL GOOD INSIDE
      A 			   E
AND I KNOW THAT YOU'RE WEARING A WIRE
      A      			         D
BUT AS THE SUN BECOMES A BLAZING ORANGE BALL OF FIRE
      A  			E		         A
I LOSE INTEREST IN THIS AND OTHER SUCH INCONSEQUENTIAL QUESTIONS

WHEN YOU KICK OFF YOUR SHOES
AND I SEE THE WET GRASS GIVE WAY UNDERNEATH YOUR FEET
AND THE SUNSET SOARS UP ONCE MORE TO ITS BURIAL GROUND
WELL, YOU LOOK SO SWEET

AND I KNOW YOU'LL BE TURNING ME IN
BUT I ALSO KNOW YOUR REAL NAME'S NOT AMY LYNN
AND AS THE ORANGE GLOBE REARS UP TO SWALLOW US, TOO,
I SEE YOU LOOK AT ME AND FIGURE OUT WHAT I KNOW ABOUT YOU
WELL, I'M NOT TELLING
I'M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING