Los Campesinos - By your hand

^GBy your ^Amhand is the ^Emonly end I ^Cforesee ^GI have been ^Amdreaming you've ^Embeen dreaming ^Cabout me ^GBy your ^Amhand is the ^Emonly end I ^Cforesee ^GI have been ^Amdreaming you've ^Embeen dreaming ^Cabout me

I was ^Csitting on my ^Ghands at the top ^Cdeck of the 1-7-^G8, spitting ^Ccusses at my ^Gface ^Creflected in the windscreen ^Gpane. Throwing ^Cinsults, and calling ^Gnames. Filthy S-M-^CSs that you sent through the d^Gay, by ^Csundown become ^Gtame, so I s^Cet it in motion ag^Gain. But fate's a c^Cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses ^Gloosely in a bath robe with her hair up in curls. 'cause we were ki^Cssing for hours with her hands in my trousers, she could ^Gnot contain herself suggests we go back to her house. But h^Cere it comes, this is the crux: she v^Domits down my rental tux. I'm ^Emnot sure if it's love anymore. But I've been ^Cthinking of you fondly for ^Dsure. Remember what your ^Amheart is for

^GBy your ^Amhand is the ^Emonly end I ^Cforesee ^GI have been ^Amdreaming you've ^Embeen dreaming ^Cabout me ^GBy your ^Amhand is the ^Emonly end I ^Cforesee ^GI have been ^Amdreaming you've ^Embeen dreaming ^Cabout me

And it's a ^Emgood ^Dnight for a ^Emfist ^Dfight because the d^Cew will temper your f^Ball. You'll sing me l^Cullabies in form of yr ^Amcat calls.

And I've been d^Cangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm ^Gsnookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the eight ball. I keep repl^Caying my turn until your patience is shot. You peel your wh^Gite gloves off seductively before you respot. Your f^Cingertips, leave marks and graze, I l^Day you down atop the baize: I'm ^Emnot sure if it's love anymore. But I've been ^Cthinking of you fondly for ^Dsure. Remember what your ^Amheart is for

^GGraceful, gracious, ^Amcompanion with your ^Emeyes of doe, and ^Cthighs of stallion.