Tom: G
G
Before telling dragons where to lay
Em
Point out all the ruins where their chicks can play
C D
Common sense pray pay my way
G
Wrong in songing where there's no such way
Em
Ring the wronging in the silent day
C D
Common sense may pave my way in brambles sometimes
C D
But the birds do give thirty warbles
G Em
And i'm picking up every mole
C D G
I'm flicking tear drops back into the bay
[Intrumental]
G Em C D
G Em C D
G Em C D
G Em C D
G Em C D
G Em C D
[Verse]
G
For I tell myself that i have nothing to say
Em C D
Let me sing a line that leads in two ways
G Em
In the water, find the hook and feel much hotter
C
Where there's a jig you can't be bothered
D
But hold on to the things that matter
G
You wore the scales of the mad hatter
Em
Those clothes were made to fit your father
C
But surface now and breathe another
D
Breath and fill your chest with better weather
