K2 Chords & Lyrics - Elbow

[INTRO]
[D] [C] [G] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D]

[VERSE 1]
[D]I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys,
Miming it wild on a cold stone table

[D]Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees,
Send an urgent cable

[G]Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering
If anyone cares
Is the landing light on?

[D]Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in,
Give me her perfume,
Give me her prayers and advice

[VERSE 2]
[D]Hands up if you've never seen the sea,
I'm from a land with an island status

[Am]Makes us think that everyone hates us,
Maybe darling they do,
But they haven't met you

[G]They only know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a headline, Jesus

[D]Getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done
And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street

[CHORUS]
[C]Yes and I'm given to believing in l[G]ove
I've written the word in my blood

And I perch on a [D]shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that

[C]Love, opens the fist just enough for a h[G]and

[D]To slip into the hand

[VERSE 3]
[D]I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the Andes

[D]Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our time or do we

[G]Meet on the street again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh vendetta

[D]Better surely to pause, consider the path:
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

[VERSE 4]
[D]Hands up if you've never seen the sea
We're from a place with an island status

[Am]Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again,
Come the virus of virii

[G]God send us to a digital end
With following strangers and swiping at friends

[D]I'll send you a postcard
See you in Hull
In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool

[CHORUS]
[C]Yes and I'm given to believing in l[G]ove
I've written the word in my blood

And I perch on a [D]shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that

[C]Love, opens the fist just enough for a h[G]and

[D]To slip into the hand

[C]Yes and I'm given to believing in l[G]ove
I've written the word in my blood
I've seen it make a heaven of

[D]Backstreet, bedsit and bomb-site living room

[C]Love, opens the fist just enough for a h[G]and

[D]To slip into the hand, to slip into the hand


[OUTRO]
[D]