K2

D C G G D C G D

[Verse 1]
D
I'm imagining rippling fingers on 
keys,
Miming it wild on a cold stone table
D
Picturing and wishing for home and 
jiggling my knees,
Send an urgent cable
G
Dickhead's done a runner and he's 
wondering
If anyone cares, is the landing 
light on?
D
Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs 
hatched in,
Give me her perfume, give me her 
prayers and advice

[Verse 2]
D
Hands up if you've never seen the 
sea,
I'm from a land with an island 
status
Am
Makes us think that everyone hates 
us,
Maybe darling they do, but they 
haven't met you
G
They only know the villains at the 
tiller
And they gambled the farm on a 
headline, Jesus
D
Getting harder to see what they're 
doing 'til it's done
And they're never gonna make an 
arrest on Fleet Street

[Chorus]
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C                               
Yes and I'm given to believing in 
   G
love
I've written the word in my blood
                 D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that
C                                 
Love, opens the fist just enough 
      G
for a hand
D
To slip into the hand

[Verse 3]
D
I've been asleep in the woods with a
 mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the 
Andes
D
Making a break with the steel magpie
 on the rise
Defeat in our time or do we
G
Meet on the street again due to the 
few?
Batter it out and refresh vendetta
D
Better surely to pause, consider the
 path:
It's full of blood, snot and teeth 
and the glory of no one

[Verse 4]
D
Hands up if you've never seen the 
sea
We're from a place with an island 
status
Am
Queuing round the corner for a 
pencil and paper again,
Come the virus of virii
G
God send us to a digital end
With following strangers and swiping
 at friends
D
I'll send you a postcard
See you in Hull, in a sweater made 
of Atacama llama wool

[Chorus]
C                               
Yes and I'm given to believing in 
   G
love
I've written the word in my blood
                 D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that
C                                 
Love, opens the fist just enough 
      G
for a hand
D
To slip into the hand
C                               
Yes and I'm given to believing in 
   G
love,
I've written the word in my blood, 
I've seen it make a heaven of
D
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb-site 
living room
C                                 
Love, opens the fist just enough 
      G
for a hand
D
To slip into the hand, to slip into 
the hand