C Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees Fmaj7 my hands are black the sun is going down C She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam Fmaj7 She's listening to the dream I weaved today C Crosswords through the bathroom door Fmaj7 while someone sings the theme-tune to the news C and my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air Fmaj7 and that's what triggered this. C I come back here from time to time Fmaj7 I shelter here some days. C Fmaj7 C A high-back chair. He sits and stares Fmaj7 A thousand yards and whistle's marching-band C Kneeling by and speaking up Fmaj7 He reaches out and I take a massive hand. C Disjointed tales that flit between Fmaj7 short trousers and a full dress uniform C And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life Fmaj7 Like scattered black 'n' whites.... C I come back here from time to time Fmaj7 I shelter here some days. C I come back here from time to time Fmaj7 I shelter here some days. C Fmaj7 till end