Keep It

A:  577655
F#: 244322
E7: x7675x
D:  x5777x
C#: x4666x
E:  x7999x

A F# E7 D (x2)

A                C#            F#
 The world lives in your front room
                        E            E7
You're sitting happy in gloom
     D                                  A
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
         C#         F#                     E           E7
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
        D                                     A
But you miss the point, you won't join in the fight
             C#        F#
You think to use is to lose
          F#
So you're clinging, pulling, pleading

D              E
Try to keep it safe
        D                           E
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 D                          E
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
                  D                             E
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it.

A F# (x2)

A         C#         F#                      E         E7
 It never was really proved, never was understood,
          D                          A
But there really is no virtue in the good
        C#          F#                            E         E7
They're shouting so loud that they'd do better to mine
       D                                A
You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
    C#         F#
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you

D               E
Try and keep it safe
        D                           E
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 D                          E
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
                  D                            E
You're offered so much but you're not going to take it.

A F# E7 D

A            C#         F#                       E        E7
 You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life,
        D                                 A
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
        C#             F#
Chances slip, you just shatter, flatter, forget what matters

D
Spout your lines, read all your books
    E
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
     D                            E
Your best is what you least understand
    D
You hate the graft, won't join the race,
       E
You're scared to scar your pretty face
D                                E
State now cos your head's in the sand.