elbow – K2 (Guitar)

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[Intro] D C G G D C G D [Verse 1]

D
I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys,

Miming it wild on a cold stone table

D
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees,

Send an urgent cable

G
Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering

If anyone cares, is the landing light on?

D
Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in,

Give me her perfume, give me her prayers and advice [Verse 2]

D
Hands up if you've never seen the sea,

I'm from a land with an island status

Am
Makes us think that everyone hates us,

Maybe darling they do, but they haven't met you

G
They only know the villains at the tiller

And they gambled the farm on a headline, Jesus

D
Getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done

And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street [Chorus]

C                                  Bm
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

Made of the believers that

C                                       G
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

D
To slip into the hand

[Verse 3]

D
I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be

Planning on a static caravan in the Andes

D
Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise

Defeat in our time or do we

G
Meet on the street again due to the few?

Batter it out and refresh vendetta

D
Better surely to pause, consider the path:

It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one [Verse 4]

D
Hands up if you've never seen the sea

We're from a place with an island status

Am
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again,

Come the virus of virii

G
God send us to a digital end

With following strangers and swiping at friends

D
I'll send you a postcard

See you in Hull, in a sweater made of Atacama llama wool [Chorus]

C                                  Bm
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

Made of the believers that

C                                       G
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

D
To slip into the hand

C                                  G
Yes and I'm given to believing in love,

I've written the word in my blood, I've seen it make a heaven of

D
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb-site living room

C                                       G
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

D
To slip into the hand, to slip into the hand

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