The Microphones – Sand (Ukulele)

C               G
I'd like to believe

   F                  G 
In one thing that you say to me

C                 G
Would you like to leave?

       F
When I try to talk it off

     G                  C
Just turns out to be

C           G
Turn on the stove

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

C                  G
My head fills with heat

         F                     G       F
From the knife in your hand to mine

C                G
I'd like to understand

         F                   G
What you think about, why it seems so bad

C           G
It's only escape

          F                 
From everything, I know I'm weak

  G
I know that I'm sad

C           G
Turn on the stove

         F                          G                      C
From the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home

C                  G
My head fills with heat

         F                     G  F
From the knife in your hand to mine

C
Sand