Chords
Floreat Inertia

Key: B

Introduction: B    E    B    B    E    B    E    

                             B                                                            E              B                                    E  
I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy
B                                            E                    B                                                                         E  
But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room
B                                         E                         B                              E  
Face down in the last ditch, my natural home
B                    E         B                                              E                     B  C#mA  
I can do that but I don't really want to.
                E                                    B  
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
     C#m                                                 A  
I used to think that it mattered
                     E                                         B  
But the low drone of the treadmill
                  C#m                                                      A                      BE  
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
                                B                                                         E                         B                                                 E  
I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth
B                                                 E                                    B                                                 E  
But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats.
B                         E            B                              E  
Increasing doubt, decreasing hope
B                    E                                      B                                                    E                B  C#mA  
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind.
                E                                    B  
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
     C#m                                                 A  
I used to think that it mattered
                     E                                         B  
But the low drone of the treadmill
                  C#m                                                         A  
Is the sound of my hopes being    shattered.
                E                                            B  
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
     C#m                                                 A  
I used to think that it mattered
                     E                                         B  
But the low drone of the treadmill
                  C#m                                                         A                              E  BE     C#m  
Is the sound of my hopes being    shattered.