Elbow - Fly boy blue lunette

^GmIt's a lethal ballet Air traffic congestion I'm having a baby Second thoughts, scotch, dinner and ^DSomeone's dancing on the box A former MP and no one's watching My ^Eboldest friends are a serious habit Fly boy blue, so bring your faces ^DHome to my sweet trampoline And acres of crash site love

^DSomeone's dancing on the box A former MP and no one's watching My ^Eboldest friends are a serious habit Fly boy blue, so bring your faces ^DHome to my sweet trampoline And acres of crash site love

^GmPresidential delays Suppose I'm just lucky l'm having a shindig Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host And ^Dsomeone's shouting on the box A chinless prefect gone Godzilla My ^Ebnewest friends have forgotten my name But so have I so far so good and home ^DYou and me trampoline And oceans of crash site love

^CWhat can be said of the cigarettes smoked A ^Gprop for a joke or a mark on the clock If I ^Emstopped would the bus ever come Would the dawn ever ^Dkiss me forgivingly knowing what's done Would the ^Cdrivel make scribble, make sense and then song Would the ^Gwoodbines denied black another man's lungs Per^Emverse as it may sound I sometimes believe The ^Dtip to my lips just reminds me to breathe

^CWhat can be said of the whiskey and wine ^GRandom abandon or ballast for joy That was ^Emscuppered with trust little more than a boy And be^Dsides I'm in excellent company I'm ^Creaching the age when decisions are made on the ^Glife and the liver and I'm sure, last ditch that I'll ^Emask for more time, but Mother forgive me I ^Dstill want a bottle of good Irish whiskey And a ^Cbundle of smokes in my grave ^G

But there ^Emisn't words yet for the comfort I get From the ^Dgentle lunette at the top of the nape of the ^Cneck that I wake to And ^Gwhere are the words for the leap in my chest When ^Emmischief appears either side of the scar on your ^Dnose, made by a rose thorn C (G) So you claim, by a rose thorn