Frank Turner – Plain Sailing Weather (Ukulele)

             Bm              G
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

    D                       
And I can fuck up anything, anything.

         Bm                  G
It was a wonderful life when we were together,

    D                                       A
And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing.

       Bm          G                         D     A
Amelie lied to me,   this was supposed to be easy.

            Bm                 G                          D      A
I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night.

                  Bm      G                        D      A
But sleeping gets tiring,   and dark reminds me of dying,

       Bm                  G
And as long as this feeble heart is still beating,

         D                                                        A
You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights.

    F#                     Bm
The problem with falling in love in latenight bars

                 G
Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars.

    F#                        Bm
The problem with showing your lover your scars

        G
Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars.

             Bm              G
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

    D                       
And I can fuck up anything, anything.

         Bm                  G
It was a wonderful life when we were together,

    D
And now I've fucked up every

           Bm        G            D          A
Things got fractious,  and I felt faithless,

        Bm                     G                          D      A
At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart.

                  Bm      G                   D          A
But baby I didn't mean it,  for things to get desperate.

     Bm                  G
I let slip my guard, let go of the rudder,

          D                          A
Now we're drifting in the current away from one another.

             Bm              G
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

    D                       
And I can fuck up anything, anything.

         Bm                  G
It was a wonderful life when we were together,

    D                  
And now I've fucked up every thing.

        Bm              G
Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

    D                       
And I can fuck up anything, anything.

         Bm                  G
It was a wonderful life when we were together,

    D                                       A
And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing.

                     G
every little goddamn thing

                     A
every little goddamn thing

                     G       Bm (let ring)
every little goddamn thing 

                             D
I've been skirting round the rim of doing something

G                   F#m                       Bm
Brave, and not just standing, but jumping in,

                       D
Of making circles into squares, of laying down

    G                 F#m                   Bm
The bare facts like a burden I can't bear.

                          D
And I can almost find the words, but I can see the way you'd

G                      F#m            G               F#m
Fold your hands, speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips,

    G                 F#m
the pressured white behind your fingertips.

             Bm                    A
And when you see me for all that I am

                    Gm                            D
I couldn't make mistakes to make a difference any more.

                 Bm                        A
I'd throw myself down on my knees, at your hands,

                   Gm                             D
And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults.

                Bm                              A
And maybe you'd relent, release my hope for our forever,

                      Gm                                   D         Bm
Lift up your precious hands, and then bring yours and mine together,

                A               Gm                     D Bm
So just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather.

             A               Gm
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather.