Belle & Sebastian - Sundays pretty icons

There ^Amis no hole in w^Fhich to hide There ^Amis no ^Emplane to catch No ^Amhope, tell them ^Fthat's warm enough No ^Amrent to a room that's q^Guiet ^E

A fr^Amiend I've known thr^Fough six degrees Comes d^Amown to where I h^Emide A f^Amriend I've know^Fn through dreams and prayers She co^Ammes back to my s^Gide ^C

^CYou're so far from wanting to ta^Flk ^CYou're so far from wanting to ^Gsay something g^Emood ^GFeel something go^Eod

The s^Amea cries of lo^Fves of girls The s^Amea cries of bo^Emys The s^Amtorm, we are ^Fthe both of us Too c^Amlose to ever l^Gove ^C

^CWhisky from the island of S^Fun ^CWhisky from the year you were bor^Gn Tastes like k^Emidnap and ran^Gsom and e^Exile

^AmSomebody asked me what h^Fell was like ^AmSomebody asked me for ^Emhelp ^AmSomebody asked me what h^Fell was like ^AmLunging and happening, ^Gparting of souls ^{F C}

^FEvery girl you ever adm^Cired (Every boy you ever desired) ^FEvery love you ever for^Cgot (every person that you) ^Fdespised is for^Cgiven