Tabbed by Pete. 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. Its not perfect, but for acoustic cover its good.