The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future

Tom: Am
Intro: Am  C

Am
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
C
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”
Am
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again,
C
she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.
Am
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate, 
C
I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
Am
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single 
C
word she said, believe a word she said.

Am, C

Am
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, 
C
from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic. 
Am
She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, 
C
in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
Am                                            C
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
Am
to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.
C
This thing hurts like hell,
Am
but what did you expect?

C

Am                          C
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
Am                           C
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Am                    C
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Am
Five hundred behind,
C
A thousand years in perfect symmetry

Am, C

Am
Best known left wrist right finger, through all the Southern States, on 
C
every video games machine they call her triple A.
Am
There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking, 
C
the chat show host, he joked “you have to wait for the government program”.
Am
You talk about your politics, and I wonder if you could be one of them, but 
C
you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
Am
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea, with the 
C
salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier, you may 
Am
look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, and the 
C
weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey, so the 
Am
landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world, but to the 
C
left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.
Am                         C
The sea is a good place to think of the future.

Am                          C
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
Am                           C
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
    Am                              C
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Am
Five hundred behind,
C
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
Am
A thousand years no getting rid of me
C
A thousand years in perfect symmetry. 

Am, C until end.