Belle & Sebastian - A politicians silence

^C#m The cherry tree is b^G#roken The maple leaf is ^C#mbrown The wind is in the ^G#north east It’s blowing through the ^C#mtown Morning is the ^Emother She pulls you out of ^Bbed Noon is like the ^Esister No hiding from the ^C#mthreat I want you for a ^G#lover I want you in the ^C#mdusk Your thoughts are deep, un^G#spoken Buried in your ^Epast The cherry tree is ^Bbroken The maple is a ^Elie The north east wind is ^Bbuilding The people go in^C#mside

I want to stay in ^F#mthis place Where thoughts are warm and ^Ebright I want to stay by your ^F#mside And listen to your ^G#mwords The chaos is un^F#mbroken All the news is ^G#mgrim Feeds into the con^F#mscience ^F#mChase away the dream

^C#m The cherry tree is ^G#broken The maple has blown ^C#mdown The water it is ^G#rising The power has gone ^Eout I want to find some ^Brespite From ignorance and ^Elies I run from passing ^Bstrangers I run from evil ^C#meyes I need to take some ^G#shelter I look for you in ^C#mstorms I know you have a ^G#foxhole I know it’s dark and ^Ewarm I see you in the ^Bkitchen I see you by the ^Efire Absorbing life’s great ^Bstories ^BDrinking from your eyes

^C#m Drinking wine in ^G#goblets Knees tucked to the ^C#mchin Sitting in a ^G#straw chair Hair like golden ^Esun Love you in the ^Bfirelight Love you in the ^Edark I Think one day I’ll tell ^Byou That accidents can ^C#mspark

A trail of life’s des^F#mtruction A fissure of in^Etent A comfort blanket ^F#mhanging For every crisis ^G#mspent I Think one day I’ll tell ^F#myou I’ll catch you from be^G#mhind Cover eyes to trick ^F#myou ^F#mGuessing will decide

The ash is like my ^F#mbrother He took the lazy ^G#mpath To summer and the good ^F#mlife ^F#mThe last leaf in the park

^C#m A wise old head on ^G#shoulders On boards of a^C#mdamant He watched us by the ^G#river He watched us in the ^Edusk Ribbons fell from your ^Bhair They came down from the ^Ewar The drunks fell out of ^Bhouses The food of love would ^C#mflow

And just then for the one ^F#mday Beneath the tree of ^Ejoy We were equal in our ^F#mbeauty To the sunset girls and ^G#mboys You’re too cool to ^F#mrush in Which lover could it ^G#mbe A politician’s ^F#m*silence N.C. Will be the death of me