The Fine Art of Hanging On The Leisure Society
Intro - C Am F G C
In the [C]madness an Island, an[Dm]other lame animal
D[G]efeating the odds with a [F]fistful of avalon
The p[G]ages are angels [Am]narrating the downfall
The [C]blood in the vein is [F]all that we've ever[G] known
If there's [C]nothing above us and [Dm]nothing below us
And [G]nothing between us, then [F]how do I get over that?
A f[G]ailure a saviour, the [Am]fine art of hanging on
Has w[C]hipped us to lift a [F]life from the r[G]emnants
And [G]we put it a[C]ll toge[F]ther,[G] a port in the [C]eye of the[F] storm
Does it [F]pain you that the [G]flame we thought would [Am]grow now b[C]urns so [F]low?
[F]La, La, [G]La la la la [C]la
We were boa[C]rding the tall ships,[Dm] eclipsing Oblivion
Deci[G]ding it all sang a Whole [F]new significance
It'[G]s made in the waiting,[Am] afloat on a reservoir
It's [C]borne us to form a s[F]tart from an en[G]ding
And [G]we put it a[C]ll toge[F]ther,[G] a port in the [C]eye of the[F] storm
Does it [F]pain you that the [G]flame we thought would [Am]grow now b[C]urns so [F]low?
[F]La, La, [G]La la la la [C]la la [Am]la
[F]La, [G]La, La la la la [C]la
Does it pain you that the [G]flame we thought would [Am]grow now b[C]urns so [F]low?[F] [G] [C]
Instrumental - G C F G
[G] [C] [F]
[F] [G] [Am] [C] [F]
[F] [G] [C] [Am]
[F] [G] [C] [Fmaj7] [C]
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