C G Am flyin high across the milkyway C G Am flyin high across the sky C G Am flyin high across the milkyway C wont you fly Outro (sudden change of chords, listen to the song carefully) Em - G -- D - C
“Milky Milky Milk” opes as a discordant interlude in the same vein as “Fucking Fucked Up,” but quickly actualizes into a curious love song awash with futuristic, effervescent soundscapes. “I feel like a slab of butter that is melting in the sun / The presence melts away now that you...