Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro] D C G G D C G D [Verse 1]

^DI'm imagining rippling fingers on keys, Miming it wild on a cold stone table

^DPicturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees, Send an urgent cable

^GDickhead's done a runner and he's wondering If anyone cares Is the landing light on?

^DBack to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in, Give me her perfume, Give me her prayers and advice

[Verse 2]

^DHands up if you've never seen the sea, I'm from a land with an island status

^AmMakes us think that everyone hates us, Maybe darling they do, But they haven't met you

^GThey only know the villains at the tiller And they gambled the farm on a headline, Jesus

^DGetting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street

[Chorus]

^CYes and I'm given to believing in l^Gove I've written the word in my blood

And I perch on a ^Dshelf of the K2 Made of the believers that

^CLove, opens the fist just enough for a h^Gand ^DTo slip into the hand

[Verse 3]

^DI've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be Planning on a static caravan in the Andes

^DMaking a break with the steel magpie on the rise Defeat in our time or do we

^GMeet on the street again due to the few? Batter it out and refresh vendetta

^DBetter surely to pause, consider the path: It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

[Verse 4]

^DHands up if you've never seen the sea We're from a place with an island status

^AmQueuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again, Come the virus of virii

^GGod send us to a digital end With following strangers and swiping at friends

^DI'll send you a postcard See you in Hull In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool

[Chorus]

^CYes and I'm given to believing in l^Gove I've written the word in my blood

And I perch on a ^Dshelf of the K2 Made of the believers that

^CLove, opens the fist just enough for a h^Gand ^DTo slip into the hand

^CYes and I'm given to believing in l^Gove I've written the word in my blood I've seen it make a heaven of

^DBackstreet, bedsit and bomb-site living room ^CLove, opens the fist just enough for a h^Gand

^DTo slip into the hand, to slip into the hand

[Outro] D

Elbow - K2