Intro 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 C G Yes and I'm given to believing in 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 G Love, opens the fist just enough 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 G Yes and I'm given to believing in 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 G Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand D To slip into the hand C G Yes and I'm given to believing in 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 G Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand D To slip into the hand, to slip into the hand Outro D