Tom: F
F
Deep in uncharted water, we were at sea with the fact
F
That a glance over a shoulder would see us taken aback
Bb C
I was hook, line and sinker nested inside your head
F
This sweet-toothed over thinker to your right lies in your bed
[Verse 2]
F
Apathy at it’s finest has got a tight hold on us
F
Well ’tis the season for it, the haze of summer now past
Bb C
But when in the depth of winter, I say embrace the lull
F
Slow down, take a moment to centre and indulge
[Instrumental]
Bb C
[Pre-Chorus]
Bb C
I’ll take care of you
Bb C
Be the girl you want me to
Bb C
Within this suburb where this little love grew
[Chorus]
Bb
And settled in Fitzroy
F
My mind won’t dare to wander
Gm Am
When faced with what I’ve stumbled upon
Bb
A chance encounter with you, boy
F Bb
Stars aligning in their rarest of forms
C
So let your bedroom be our port in a storm
F
When we’re in Fitzroy
[Instrumental]
F
[Verse 3]
F
Unashamedly hopeless romantics and desperate artist at best
F
Spending my time in small venues, you spend your days at a desk
Bb C
When walls cave in around you, know this redeeming thought
F Bb
I wait at home to greet you, I’ll treat you like you’re a God
[Pre-Chorus]
C Bb C
Well I’ll take care of you
Bb C
Be the girl you want me to
[Chorus]
Bb
When we’re in Fitzroy
F
My mind won’t dare to wander
Gm Am
When faced with what I’ve stumbled upon
Bb
A chance encounter with you, boy
F Gm
Stars aligning in their rarest of forms
Am
So let your bedroom be our port in a storm
Bb F
And we can let go of torturous resistance
Gm Am
When nothing and no one else is in existence
Bb C
We’re revelling in filling the void
Dm C Am Bb
When we’re in Fitzroy
Dm C Am Bb Dm C Am Bb
I didn't know what else was in existence
Dm C Am Bb
I didn't know what else, I didn't know what else
Dm C Am Bb
I didn't know what else
Dm C Am Bb
I didn't know what else
Dm C Am Bb C
[Pre-Chorus]
Bb C
I’ll take care of you
Bb C
Be the girl you want me to
[Chorus]
Bb
When we’re in Fitzroy
F
My mind won’t dare to wander
Gm Am
When faced with what I’ve stumbled upon
Bb
A chance encounter with you, boy
F Gm
Stars aligning in their rarest of forms
Am
So let your bedroom be our port in a storm
Bb F
And we can let go of torturous resistance
Gm Am
When nothing and no one else is in existence
Bb C
We’re revelling in filling the void
Bb C
We’re revelling in filling the void
Bb C
We’re revelling in filling the void
F
When we’re in Fitzroy
