A
CE Dm CA
C E Dm C A
One, two, three, four, five.
C E Dm C A
One, two, three, four, five.
C E Dm CA
I've got a spirit
A
Made out of sand
C E Dm CA
Sometimes it slips through my fingers
A
Back onto the beach
G Am C Dm Fx2
G Am C Dm F
Said I've got a spirit
F
Made out of sand
G Am C Dm F
Sometimes it slips through my fingers
F G
Back onto the beach
Am C Dm F
In some kind of lust
F G
Some kind of lust
Am C Dm F
Some kind of lust
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
G Am C Dm Fx4
Dm Fx2
G
So I kneel down
Am C Dm F
And gather it up
F
Grain by grain
G Am C Dm F
I have to keep it safe
G Am C Dm
Like, you should have been a writer, you should have played guitar,
F
But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill
G Am C Dm
You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar,
F
But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill
G Am C Dm
Or, you should have been a writer, you should have played guitar,
Dm
But your face looks like a statue in the dark
G Am C Dm
Like a candle that is held up to a mirror
Dm
Or the terrible glimpse of a shark
G Am C Dm F
Within your idiot heart
G Am C Dm Fx3
Dm F
I heard you hate it, just based on your principles now
Dm F
I heard you hate it, just based on your principles now
Dm F
I heard you hate it all, just based on your principles now
G Am C Dm
So I kneel down
F
Down into your burning sand, singing
G Am C Dm
One, we got the spirit, two, we got the music
F
Three, we got the past and four, we got the future
G Am C Dm F
And five, we got some kind of lust
F G
Some kind of lust
Am C Dm F
Some kind of lust
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
G Am C Dm F
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
Dm F
C Am
G
CE Dm CA
C Dm Bb Fx4