Sunday's Pretty Icons

Intro
F C F C G Em G E

      Am             F
There is no hole in which to hide
      Am	  Em
There is no plane to catch
   Am		          F
No hope, tell them that's warm enough
   Am                     G    E
No rent to a room that's quiet

    Am		             F
A friend I've known through six degrees
       Am              Em
Comes down to where I hide
   Am 			      F
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
      Am              G     C
She comes back to my side

C                               F
You're so far from wanting to talk
C                             G              Em
You're so far from wanting to say something good
G                E
Feel something good

     Am            F
The sea cries of loves of girls
     Am	          Em
The sea cries of boys
     Am		       F
The storm, we are the both of us
     Am            G    C
Too close to ever love

C                          F
Whisky from the island of Sun
C                                G  
Whisky from the year you were born
             Em           G        E
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Am                      F
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am                    Em
Somebody asked me for help
Am                      F
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am                     G                F   C
Lunging and happening, parting of souls

F                      C
Every girl you ever admired (Every boy you ever desired)
F                      C
Every love you ever forgot (every person that you)
F              C
despised is forgiven

G  Em  Bm  A  Em  Bm  F#m  F#  
F  Dm  Am  G  Dm  Am  Em   E   X3 (until fade)

By Ricky Gerbilsky.
ricky99@gmx.net