Belle and Sebastian – Enter Sylvia Plath (Guitar)

Am    
Come, and steal my thoughts away    

             G     
Thief of my identity    

                    F          E    
I was holding on to decency, reality    

Am    
Come, and take me for a while    

            G     
Up to your abundant pace    

                            F             E    
I'll be your sidecar if you want to race, want to race    

F     
Put your hand on mine    

                      C     
And take me from this tired ride    

                  G     
Take me from this early night    

                          Am    
From the sea and rain and countryside    

       F     
If you talk to me then soon    

               C     
I'll be your accomplice in words    

                 G     
And we will talk only in verse    

             E    
Talk only in verse    

Am    
I will leave the ones I love    

                   G     
Leave them for the years to come    

                     F            E    
Even though I may be doing wrong, doing wrong    

Am    
I will follow in your steps    

                 G     
Walk out to the station cold    

                           F          E    
Buy a ticket and and then slowly go, slowly go    

F     
In this place and time    

            C     
Easy is the first escape    

                   G     
I got money I need no disguise    

                  Am    
I'm a citizen and city wise    

F     
In this time and place    

                         C     
There is no one who will shoot you down    

                G     
No one who will take a girl    

                       A    
And tell her she can't have the world    

Dm    
Boy, you don't know what you want    

                  C     
It isn't what you think it is    

                              A#          A    
All the dreams, and guilt and loneliness, loneliness    

Dm    
Boy, if we were to be friends    

              C     
Subtle is the art required    

                           A#           A    
To draw the evil from this lonely pyre, lonely pyre    

A#   
Take this hand from me    

                        F     
And guide me round your tools of work    

                     C     
Fashion me into your junior clerk    

                       Dm    
Let me live in shadows of your words    

     A#    
When things get tough for you    

                          F     
As they did when you came up through the ranks    

                       C     
You can borrow from my faith    

        A    
From my faith, from my faith...    

G D A A
repeat it until it ends/fades out