Keaton Henson – Small Hands (Guitar)

        Am
Miss you terribly already,

        F  
Miss the space between your eyelids,

         C   
where I'd stare through awkward sentences

   E
and avoid through awkward silence

         Am
Miss your teeth when they chatter,

        F
when we smoked out in my garden

        C
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,

    E
soft talk began to harden.

          Am
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine

     F
The fact they're good at making,

          C
Miss your sitting up incessantly,

        E                                Am      F 
And the fact you're always waking in the ni------ght, 

Am     Em     F
Ni---------ght.

    C
And I,

                  Am
I hope for your life

                   F
You forget about mine

               Am    Em   F
Forget about mi-----------ne

          Am
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,

       F
as we rolled in early morning,

       C
Miss your arm dying beneath me,

       E
as I lay there simply yawning

         Am
Please forget me, you were right dear,

        F
I am cold and self-involved,

             C
And though I'll miss you, recent lover

        E
I am weak and therefore fold

        Am
Get distracted by my music,

         F
think of nothing else but art

            C
I'll write my loneliness in poems,

      E
If I can just think how to start

       Am
Dot my i's with eyebrow pencils,

        F
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,

         C
I'll be idle in my ideals,

         E
think of nothing else but I.

Am    F        Am  Em  F
I,         and I

    C    
And I,

                   Am
I hope for your life

                     F
You can forget about mine

                   Am    Em   F
Just forget about mi----------ne

     Am    Em   F
Oh, mi----------ne.

 Am    Em   F
Mi----------ne