Belle & Sebastian - Play for today

I'm in a p^Clay written today about a ^Amboy Who hides in attics when the ^Fsun is up Everyone is at w^Cork What will I ^Cdo? Where will I go? Show me the ^Amway The truth, the anger, show me r^Fules of thumb Show the way to grow o^Cld

Love is a g^Guide The endless river of the s^Amoul But we are m^Fean The dried up riverbeds of r^Cock and stone Lust is my f^Griend She comes to me when I am t^Amired

Life is a r^Coad, death is a ^Caugmyth Love is a f^C6raud, it's misunders^C7tood Work is a s^Fentence, family's a d^Crag This house is a t^Grap

I'm in a p^Clay written today about a g^Amirl She gets on perfectly with y^Foung and old Everybody loves ^Cher What would she w^Cear? The cut of her hair? The way that she s^Amlides Gracefully into the w^Forking week She hides her baggage ins^Cide

She's got a f^Griend An ugly monster that will ^Ameat your face She has to c^Fry A hefty catalogue of w^Casted time She's got a f^Griend A lonely monster that will p^Amrey on you

Life is a s^Cecret, death is a ^Caugmyth Love is a f^C6raud, it's misunders^C7tood Work is a s^Fentence, family's a d^Crag This house is a ^Gtrap

Life is a s^Cecret, death is a^Caug myth Love is a f^C6raud, it's misunders^C7tood Work is a s^Fentence, family's a d^Crag This house is a ^Gtrap

I'm a pl^Cay written today about a ^Amboy Tired and melancholy, ta^Fkes the weight Takes the weight of the ^Cworld I walked al^Cone, loving the sun Walking the e^Amarth A worn-out sister who is twe^Fnty three Dried and wrinkled, a^Clone

I'll give you a ^Gmonth To see past shadows in your s^Amacred night Give you a ^Fweek To look Medusa in the ^Ceye I'll give you a ^Gmonth To notice heaven at the ^Amside of stage

^F/CYou're king inside your ^Chead ^F/CYou're sitting on a thro^Cne of sand ^F/CYou're pushing back the ^Ctide ^F/CSo lift the mountain ^Cup ^F/CSo tie the write^Crs' ribbons down ^F/CAssemble all your t^Croops ^F/CWe go to war with m^Cetaphors ^F/CYou suddenly see s^Cense, (I suddenly see ^F/Csense) And when you do, I'll ha^Cve the higher ground ^F/CYou're not the king ^Cof me ^F/CI'll take my chance and ^Cplay for tyranny ^F/CI build the sets, I ^Clight the scene ^F/CWe're prettier when ^Cwe are on the screen ^F/CI build the sets, I ^Clight the scene ^F/CWe're braver when we're ^Con the sacred screen ^F/CThe backstage of your li^Cfe ^F/CIt's filled with dust and lin^Ces you should have sung ^F/CThe backstage of your li^Cfe ^F/CIt's filled with echoes ^Cof the ones you loved