The Microphones – Sand (Guitar)

C           G
I'd like to believe,

Am                     G
In one thing that you say to me.

C                  G
Would you like, to leave?

       Am
When I try to talk it off,

     G
Just turns out to be.

C          G
Turn on the stove,

       Am                         G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.

C                  G
My head fills with heat,

         Am                     G     F
From the knife in your hand to mine

C               G
I'd like to understand,

         Am                      G
What you think about and why it seems so bad.

C          G
It's only escape,

          Am                        G
From everything I know I'm weak; I Know that I'm sad.

C           G
Turn on the stove,

       Am                         G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.

C                  G
My head fills with heat,

         Am                    G    F
From the knife in your hand to mine

C
Sand.