Intro:
   Abm    B    Abm    B
   E      Gb   Abm
   Gb     Abm  B
   E      Abm  B
   Gb     Abm  B
   A      B

Abm
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
        B
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”
               Abm
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again,
            B
She’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.
  E                                   Gb           Abm
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate,
   Gb                                   Abm         B
I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
          E                      Abm            B            Gb                      Abm        B
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said.

Interlude: A  B

    Dbm
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation,
       E
From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic.
              Dbm
She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions,
      E
In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
A                    B          Dbm               B
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders
        Dbm  E   A
waiting for the tide
                    Dbm   E           B
to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.
            Dbm   E    A
This thing hurts like hell,
                  Dbm
but what did you expect?


E            A                E
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
A            E                Gb                  Dbm
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Dbm       E             A                 E
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
A               E
Five hundred behind,
     Gb              Dbm
a thousand years in perfect symmetry

Interlude: Abm    B    Abm    B

       E                                     Gb               Abm
Best known left wrist right finger, through all the Southern States,
          Gb                      Abm             B
On every video games machine they call her triple A.
            E                   Abm                 B
There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking,
     Gb                                   Abm                        B
The chat show host, he joked “you have to wait for the government program”.
     A                                B
You talk about your politics, and I wonder if you could be one of them,
               Dbm
but you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
        E
a good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea,
         Dbm
With the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier,
          E
You may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away,
          A                               B                       Dbm
And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey,
          B                       Dbm                         E
So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world,
             A                                  Dbm             E
But to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.
B
The sea is
   Dbm   E             A
a good place, a good place

To think of, to think about the future

Interlude: Dbm

E            A                E
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
A            E                Gb                  Dbm
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Dbm       E             A                 E
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
A              E
Five hundred behind,
     Gb
a thousand years in perfect symmetry
    Abm
a thousand years no getting rid of me
     A                 B             E
a thousand years in perfect symmetry.
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