Keaton Henson – Small Hands (Ukulele)

        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     E      F
Ni---------ght.

    C
And I,

                  Am
I hope for your life

                   F
You forget about mine

               Am    E    F
Forget about mi-----------ne

      Am
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,

        F
as we rolled in early morning,

        E
as I lay there simply yawning

        Am
Please forget me, you were right dear,

        F
I am cold and self-involved,

        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,

        E
think of nothing else but I.

Am    F        Am  E   F
I,         and I

    C
And I,

                   Am
I hope for your life

                     F
You can forget about mine

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

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

 Am    E    F
Mi----------ne