----------------------------------------------------------------------------- FELIX & ADELITA - Franz Nicolay (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ITOd9hybw) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.franznicolay.com/ Tabbed by:mmmmetalcore Email:swipf@gm.slc.edu Tuning:E A D G B E FShe (133211@1)called him Felix AmWhich (x02210@1)meant 'lucky' to her Dm (xx0231@1) C (x32010@1) He was a middle-distance runner Bb (x1333x@1) AmShe (x02210@1)didn't take him seriously Bb (x1333x@1) CBut (x32010@1)shifted in her seat when he walked by FHe (133211@1)thought her plain Am (x02210@1) DmBut (xx0231@1)sensual in some way C (x32010@1) Bb (x1333x@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am She licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfully Bb (x1333x@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C Wore her skirts above the knee F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) DmHe (xx0231@1)told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn gloves CThat (x32010@1)he'd been given BbIt (x1333x@1)was a sting of recognition Am (x02210@1) BbShe (x1333x@1)realized he'd given those gloves to her C (x32010@1) F (133211@1)AmWhen (x02210@1)he left it had the feel of a little tradition BbLash (x1333x@1)solitude to the wind But when you leave again F (133211@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am Leave something of you with them BbTie (x1333x@1)your fishing lines to the fence posts F (133211@1)AmAnd (x02210@1)do your best to reel them in BbThe (x1333x@1)candle flickers Dm (xx0231@1) CYou (x32010@1)measure morals by unsturdy things Bb (x1333x@1) CTear (x32010@1)leaves off of the sycamore DmPin (xx0231@1)down the butterfly's wings F (133211@1) Am"I (x02210@1)never knew it got this cold in August DmHere (xx0231@1)in Tuscon" C"Only (x32010@1)in the evening BbThere's (x1333x@1)nothing here to hold the heat AmThe (x02210@1)sun goes down Bb (x1333x@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C It floats off and is lost FAnyway, (133211@1)you've got a jacket Am (x02210@1) DmTell (xx0231@1)me where you got that necklace" CHe (x32010@1)looked across the parking lot BbAt (x1333x@1)the path under the highway Am (x02210@1) BbAt (x1333x@1)the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his back CHe (x32010@1)coughed, and he turned back to the table F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) DmShe (xx0231@1)told him a story of a hand embroidered pillow CShe'd (x32010@1)been given BbIt (x1333x@1)was with a sting of recognition Am (x02210@1) BbHe (x1333x@1)realized she'd given him that pillow C (x32010@1) FWhen (133211@1)she left it had the feel of a little tradition So lash solitude to the wind But when you leave again Leave something of you with the Tie your fishing lines to fence posts And do your best to reel them in The candle flickers You measure morals by unsturdy things Tear leaves off of the sycamore And pin down the butterfly's wings