Beirut - Forks and knifes

^C Up^Dmtown, the ^Dmstreet's in a ^Gcalming ^Cway And ^Dmoutside is ^Dmwarm as a ^Gbed with a ^Cmaid And I ^Dmfind it's ^Dmall our ^Gwaves and ^Craves That ^Dmmakes the ^Dmdays go ^Gon this ^Cway

^C I ^Dmheard the ^Dmsad ^Gsound of ^Cwords Spo^Dmken from the ^Dmbeak of a ^Gwise old ^Cbird Up^Dmtown, the ^Dmstreets are ^Gkept af^Cloat A ^Dmgirl never ^Dmleaves ^Gme al^Cone

^C He ^Dmmeans well, ^Dmsaying, I've got ^Gstories of ^Cwine, sup^Dmerb And ^Dmof course my ^Gchildhood, ^Cforks and ^Dmknives And a ^Dmhospital ^Gbed, where ^CI turned my ^Dmlife ^Dmover and ^Gover ag^Cain