Los Campesinos! - Hung empty

They're si^Dnging Bread of Heaven but they're ba^Aking it with our dough ^{F#m A D}Living as common criminal, but ac^Ating local hero ^{F#m A} Wish I'd sav^Doured that awkward little sil^Aence that grew^F#m up to be a deafening h^Aush ^DCurling up, cuddling a b^Aig red button to p^F#mush ^A

The stu^Edents spilling out at the bus stop Are for^Dcing me to walk in the street I m^Eove against the tide of the tourists I am la^F#mcking but they're looking rep^Alete

He's pla^Dying dickhead's advocate and ev^Aery date's a house show ^{F#m A} I'm dro^Dpping my defences 'til lib^Aido's my libero ^{F#m A} And i^Df you're keeping track of the no^Atches, even ^F#mif he had a four-poster^A bed He'd be sle^Deping on a pile of woo^Adchip, plucking splinters f^F#mrom his head ^A

The stu^Edents spilling out at the bus stop Are for^Dcing me to walk in the street I m^Eove against the tide of the tourists I am la^F#mcking but they're looking rep^Alete My vi^Esion is fading, it's blurry There are finger^Dprints all over the sun We're gl^Ead to be loved but we're lonely And we f^F#meel like we're the only o^Anes

^AI'm hung em^Epty: A^Dll night all ^F#mafterno^Aon Hung e^Empty, ho^Drse and, not b^F#mride and gr^Aoom Hung e^Empty, the wo^Drld spins but we'll ba^F#mrricade the r^Aoom Hung e^Empty, ha^Dng onto me, and we'll qua^F#mrantine the gloom

^DI've been penning odes to conti^Anental bottled lager ^{F#m A} Bring its m^Douth to my lips: "^AOh holy holy, I do ^F#mnot know what I'd do wi^Athout you"

We kn^Aeel at different al^Dtars but we a^All desire the sa^Dme: For so^Ameone else to se^Dize the bow to f^Bmind a truer a^Aim We're s^Amall steps down a st^Deep slope, e^Bmxist as living pr^Aoof: Not r^F#might to call this o^Ald age But it cer^Bmtainly ain't youth no more This cert^Dainly ain't youth

I wanna sh^Drink to a size to be cod^Adled between the cobble stones ^{F#m A} For you to gr^Dow to a height to drape a sha^Adow over all of ^F#mus ^A Oh, wo^Duld you let me rest in your fl^Aesh rolls? Lay my l^F#manguor in the calm of your ^Ashade? ^DSink into its dark until I l^Aose my hands in front of my ^F#mface ^A

The stu^Edents spilling out at the bus stop Are for^Dcing me to walk in the street I m^Eove against the tide of the tourists I am la^F#mcking but they're looking rep^Alete My vi^Esion is fading, it's blurry There are finger^Dprints all over the sun I'm gl^Ead to be loved but I'm lonely And I ^F#mfeel like I'm the only o^Ane

^AI'm hung em^Epty: A^Dll night all ^F#mafterno^Aon Hung e^Empty, ho^Drse and, not b^F#mride and gr^Aoom Hung e^Empty, the wo^Drld spins but we'll ba^F#mrricade the r^Aoom Hung e^Empty, ha^Dng onto me, and we'll qua^F#mrantine the gloom

^DFeels like I've been waiting on it, ne^Early ^F#mall my life ^DBut what, if this is it now, w^Ehat if this is ^F#mhow we die? ^DFeels like I've been waiting on it, ne^Early ^F#mall my life ^DBut what, if this is it now, w^Ehat if this is ^F#mhow we d^Aie?