Sunday's Pretty Icons Belle and Sebastian
Sunday's Pretty Icons
Intro
[F] [C] [F] [C] [G] [Em] [G] [E]
There [Am]is no hole in w[F]hich to hide
There [Am]is no plane [Em]to catch
No [Am]hope, tell them that's [F]warm enough
No [Am]rent to a room that's q[G]uiet[E]
A fr[Am]iend I've known through s[F]ix degrees
Comes d[Am]own to where I h[Em]ide
A f[Am]riend I've known through dr[F]eams and prayers
She co[Am]mes back to my s[G]ide[C]
[C]You're so far from wanting to ta[F]lk
[C]You're so far from wanting to [G]say something g[Em]ood
[G]Feel something go[E]od
The s[Am]ea cries of lo[F]ves of girls
The s[Am]ea cries of b[Em]oys
The s[Am]torm, we are the b[F]oth of us
Too c[Am]lose to ever l[G]ove[C]
[C]Whisky from the island of S[F]un
[C]Whisky from the year you were bor[G]n
Tastes like k[Em]idnap and ran[G]som and e[E]xile
[Am]Somebody asked me what h[F]ell was like
[Am]Somebody asked me for [Em]help
[Am]Somebody asked me what h[F]ell was like
[Am]Lunging and happening, [G]parting of souls[F] [C]
[F]Every girl you ever adm[C]ired (Every boy you ever desired)
[F]Every love you ever for[C]got (every person that you)
[F]despised is for[C]given
[G]F [Em]Dm [Bm]Am [A]G [Em]Dm [Bm]Am [Fm#]Em [F#]E X3 (until fade)
By Ricky Gerbilsky.
ricky99@gmx.net
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