Intro
C# B F# F# C# B F# C#
[Verse 1]
C#
I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys,
Miming it wild on a cold stone table
C#
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees,
Send an urgent cable
F#
Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering
If anyone cares, is the landing light on?
C#
Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in,
Give me her perfume, give me her prayers and advice
[Verse 2]
C#
Hands up if you've never seen the sea,
I'm from a land with an island status
G#m
Makes us think that everyone hates us,
Maybe darling they do, but they haven't met you
F#
They only know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a headline, Jesus
C#
Getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done
And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street
[Chorus]
B F#
Yes and I'm given to believing in love
I've written the word in my blood
C#
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that
B F#
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
C#
To slip into the hand
[Verse 3]
C#
I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the Andes
C#
Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our time or do we
F#
Meet on the street again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh vendetta
C#
Better surely to pause, consider the path:
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one
[Verse 4]
C#
Hands up if you've never seen the sea
We're from a place with an island status
G#m
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again,
Come the virus of virii
F#
God send us to a digital end
With following strangers and swiping at friends
C#
I'll send you a postcard
See you in Hull, in a sweater made of Atacama llama wool
[Chorus]
B F#
Yes and I'm given to believing in love
I've written the word in my blood
C#
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that
B F#
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
C#
To slip into the hand
B F#
Yes and I'm given to believing in love,
I've written the word in my blood, I've seen it make a heaven of
C#
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb-site living room
B F#
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
C#
To slip into the hand, to slip into the hand
[Outro]
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