Franz Ferdinand - 40 ft

^CmAs I glance ^Gmonce upon the foam^Cm Forty ^Ffeet beneath my ^Cmfeet The coldest ^Gmcalm falls ^Cmthrough the molten ^Fveins Cooling ^Gmall the blood to slush, congeals around again

^CmOh-la la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la-la^Gm la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm Cm} La la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-la^Gm la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm F}Oh, and forty feet re^Cmmain

^CmSalt scales u^Gmpon my drying ^Cmarms Burn my ^Fback beneath the ^Cmsun But I am ^Gmcold be^Cmneath the burning ^Frays Looking ^Gmdown, looking down, down, down again, oh

^CmOh-la la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la^Gm, la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm Cm} La la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-la^Gm la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm F}Oh, and forty feet re^Cmmain

^CmLa la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-l^Gma la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm Cm} La la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-la^Gm la la-la ^Cmla ^Gm

^CmLa la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-l^Gma la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm Cm} La la la-la^Gm la la la-la^Cm La la la-la^Gm la la-la ^Cmla ^{Gm F}Oh, and forty feet re^Cmmain