[Intro] F  C/E  Dm7  C

[Primera Parte]

F                    C/E
I spy with my little tired eye
           Dm7                             C
Tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July
 F                    C/E
Down deep inside your pocket
           Dm7
We almost forgot it
                  C
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

 F   C/E     Dm7  C
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

[Estribillo]

F                    C/E
They said the end is comin'
                 Dm7
Everyone's up to something
                       C                  F
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
                          C/E
Outside they're push and shoving
                       Dm7
You're in the kitchen humming
                   C
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

( F  C/E  Dm7  C )

[Segunda Parte]

F
On the way home
C/E
I wrote a poem
Dm7
You say: What a mind
C
This happens all the time

F    C/E     Dm7  C
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

[Estribillo]
 F                           C/E
'Cause they said the end is coming
                   Dm7
Everyone's up to something
                         C                F
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
                         C/F
Outside they're push and shoving
                      Dm7
You're in the kitchen humming
                  C
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

[Puente]

F                       C/E
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
     Dm7                         C
And smooth-talking hucksters out-glad-handing each other
        F                     C/E
And the voices that implore: You should be doing more
   Dm7                   C
To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

( F  C/E  Dm7  C )

F    C/E     Dm7  C
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

F                    G
They said the end is comin'
                 C
Everyone's up to something
                       Am                 F
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
                         G
Outside they're push and shoving
                      C
You're in the kitchen humming
                  Em                       F
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

                     G
They said the end is comin'

(they said the end is comin')
                     C
Everyone's up to something

(everyone's up to something)
                        Am                F
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
                          G
Outside they're push and shoving

(outside they're push and shoving)
                         C
You're in the kitchen humming

(you're in the kitchen humming)
                   Am
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

( F  C/E  Dm7  C )