Belle & Sebastian - Piazza new york catcher

E^Elope with me Miss Private and we'll ^Asail around the ^Eworld ^F#mI will be your Ferdinand and ^C#myou my wayward girl How ^F#mmany nights of talking in ho^Btel rooms can you take? How ^F#mmany nights of limping round on ^Bpagan holidays? Oh e^Alope with me in private and we'll ^C#mset something ablaze A ^F#mtrail for the ^Bdevil to e^C#mrase

^ESan Francisco's calling us, the ^AGiants and Mets will ^Eplay ^F#mPiazza, New York catcher, are you ^C#mstraight or are you gay We ^F#mhung about the stadium, we've ^Bgot no place to stay We ^F#mhung about the tenderloin and ^Btenderly you tell About the ^Asaddest book you ever read. It ^C#malways makes you cry The ^F#mstatue's crying ^Btoo and well he ^C#mmay.

I ^Elove you I've a drowning grip on ^Ayour adoring ^Eface I ^F#mlove you my responsibili^C#mty has found a place Be^F#mside you and strong warnings in the ^Bguise of gentle words Come ^F#mwave upon me from the family ^Bwider net absurd "You'll take ^Acare of her, I know it, you will ^C#mdo a better job" ^F#mMaybe, but ^Bnot what she de^C#mserves

E^Elope with me Miss Private and we'll ^Adrink ourselves a^Ewake We'll ^F#mtaste the coffee houses and a^C#mward certificates A ^F#mprivy seal to keep the feel of ^B1960's style We'll ^F#mcomment on the decor and we'll ^Bhelp the passer by And at ^Adusk when work is over we'll con^C#mtinue the debate In a ^F#mborrowed bedroom ^Bvirginal and ^C#mspare

The ^Ecatcher hits for. 318 and ^Acatches every ^Eday The ^F#mpitcher puts religion first and ^C#mrests on holidays He ^F#mgoes into cathedrals and lies ^Bprostrate on the floor He ^F#mknows the drink affects his speed he's ^Bpraying for a doorway Back in^Ato the life he wants and the con^C#mfession of the bench ^F#mLife outside the ^Bdiamond is a ^C#mwrench

I ^Ewish that you were here with me to ^Apass the dull wee^Ekend I ^F#mknow it wouldn't come to love, my ^C#mheroine pretend A ^F#mlady stepping from the songs we ^Blove until this day You'd ^F#msettle for an epitaph like "^BWalk Away, Renee" The sun u^Apon the roof in winter will draw ^C#myou out like a flower I'll ^F#mmeet you at the ^Bstatue in an ^C#mhour ^F#mMeet you at the ^Bstatue in an ^C#mhour