Frank Turner - Plain sailing weather

Just give me ^Amone fine day of ^Fplain sailing weather And ^CI can fuck up anything anything It was a ^Amwonderful life when ^Fwe were together And ^Cnow I've fucked up every little goddamn ^Gthing

Amelie ^Amlied to me t^Fhis was supposed to be eas^Cy ^G I found the ^Amone damn person to ^Fhelp me fall asleep in the ^Cnight ^G But sleeping gets ^Amtiring a^Fnd dark reminds me of dyi^Cng ^G And as ^Amlong as this feeble ^Fheart is still beating You will ^Cfind me rushing through every room switching on all the l^Gights

The ^Eproblem with falling i^Amn love in latenight bars Is that there's a^Flways more nights there's always more bars The ^Eproblem with showing your^Am lover your scars Is that ^Feverybody's lover is covered in scars

Just give me ^Amone fine day of ^Fplain sailing weather And ^CI can fuck up anything anything It was a ^Amwonderful life when ^Fwe were together And ^Cnow I've fucked up every

Things got ^Amfractious ^Fand I felt fa^Cithless ^G At that ^Ammoment just before the ^Fdawn when everything falls ^Capart ^G But baby I didn't ^Ammean it ^Ffor things to get de^Csperate ^G I let^Am slip my guard let g^Fo of the rudder Now we're ^Cdrifting in the current awa^Gy from one another

Just give me ^Amone fine day of ^Fplain sailing weather And ^CI can fuck up anything anything It was a ^Amwonderful life when ^Fwe were together And ^Cnow I've fucked up every thing Give me ^Amone fine day of ^Fplain sailing weather And ^CI can fuck up anything anything It was a ^Amwonderful life when ^Fwe were together And ^Cnow I've fucked up every little goddamn ^Gthing

every little goddamn ^Fthing every little goddamn ^Gthing F Am (let ring) every little goddamn thing I've been skirting round the ^Crim of doing something ^FBrave and not just s^Emtanding but jumping in ^Am Of making circles into ^Csquares of laying down The ^Fbare facts like a ^Emburden I can't bear ^Am And I can almost find the ^Cwords but I can see the way you'd ^FFold your hands speak m^Emy name like a ^Fcurse upon your ^Empretty lips the ^Fpressured white be^Emhind your fingertips

And when you ^Amsee me for all that I ^Gam I couldn't make mist^Fmakes to make a difference any ^Cmore I'd throw myself ^Amdown on my knees at your h^Gands And beg you for for^Fmgiveness for my fuckups and my ^Cfaults And maybe you'd ^Amrelent release my hope for our f^Gorever Lift up your precious ^Fmhands and then bring yours and mine t^Cogether ^Am So just give me ^Gone fine day of ^Fmplain sailing weather ^{C Am} Just give me ^Gone fine day of ^Fmplain sailing weather