Elbow - K2, аккорды

D6
I’m imagining rippling fingers on keys
     
D6
Miming it wild on a cold stone table
D
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
D
Send an urgent cable
G
Dickhead’s done a runner and he’s wondering
G
If anyone cares is the landing light on
D
Back to the pebbles that mum’s eggs hatched in
D
Give me her perfume
D
Give me her prayers and advice
D6
Hands up if you’ve never seen the sea
D6
I’m from a land with an island status
Am7
Makes us think that everyone hates us
Am7
Maybe darling they do but they haven’t met you
G
   They only know the villains at the tiller
G
And they gambled the farm on a headline
		
D
Jesus, getting harder to see 
		
D
what they’re doing ‘til it’s done
		
D
And they’re never gonna make 
		
D
an arrest on Fleet Street
C6
				
D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
				
G
I’ve written the word in my blood
			
D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
D
Made of the believers that
C6
					
D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
	
D
To slip into the hand
	
D
To slip into the hand

		
D6
I’ve been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
		
D6
Planning on a static caravan in the Andes
D
Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
D
Defeat in our time or do we
G
Meet on the street again due to the few?
G
Batter it out and refresh vendetta
	
D
Better surely to pause consider the path
	
D
It’s full of blood, snot and teeth 
	
D
and the glory of no one
D6
Hands up if you’ve never seen the sea
D6
We’re from a place with an island status
Am7
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper
Again
Come the virus of virii
G
    God send us to a digital end
G
With following strangers and swiping at friends
  
D
I’ll send you a postcard see you in Hull
  
D
In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool
C6
				
D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
				
G
I’ve written the word in my blood
			
D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
			
D
Made of the believers that
C6
					
D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
	
D
To slip into the hand
	
D
To slip into the hand
C6
				
D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
				
G
I’ve written the word in my blood

I’ve seen it make a heaven of
D6
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living room
C6
					
D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
         
D
To slip into the hand
	
D
To slip into the hand