Freelance Whales - Location

^C#I am starting to sense your loca^F#tion You are somewhere in the ^C#attic Looking something close to ^G#tragic Knitting t-shirts on and your ^C#mattress I am floating on the ^F#stairwell With my toes grazing the ^C#cedar Thinking softly what a ^G#tinder box we ^F#live in And what a flammable heart I've been ^C#given

^FYou could be in several different ^F#places I am sensing your ^C#location

^C#I am starting to sense your loca^F#tion You are somewhere in the ^C#basement Beating on a makeshift drum^G#kit Songs that I can hardly ^C#stomach I am floating on the ^F#stairwell With my fingers shaking ^C#frantic Thinking softly what a ^G#concrete mess we ^F#live in And what an icebox heart I've been ^C#given

^FYou could be in several different ^F#places I am sensing your ^C#location ^FYou could be in several different ^F#I am starting to sense your lo^C#cale now

^C#I am starting to sense your loca^F#tion In an old abandoned ^C#mansion In a country side of ^G#England Spirits trapped inside the ^C#linens And you're feeling quite at ^F#home there Also feeling somewhat ^C#lonely No one sees you in your ^G#pixelated fish^F#nets And your black and orange ^C#barrettes

^FYou could be in several different ^F#places I am sensing your ^C#location ^FYou could be in several different ^F#I am starting to sense your lo^C#cale now

^N.COh please believe the ghost in me is Doing what I can to find you out