Intro (x2): F C Dm7 C

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

Interlude:
F     C       Dm7  C
 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

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

Instrumental: F C Dm7 C

Verse 2:
F
 On the way home
C 
 I wrote a poem
Dm7
 You say, What a mind"
C
 This happens all the time

Interlude:
F     C       Dm7  C
 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

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

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

Instrumental (x2): F C Dm7 C

Chorus:
F                     G
 They said the end is coming
                 C
Everyone's up to something
                      Am                 F
I find 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 coming (They said the end is coming)
                 C
Everyone's up to something (Everyone's up to something)
                      Am                 F
I find 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

Outro: F C Dm7 C
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