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He got her drunk very quickly
Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had control as far as the fall
When his hand covered wet hair
She took over among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she comforted him

Вступление: Am Em F

Am               Em
  Oh hush, my friend, and sleep
     F             D  Am D Am D Am
And cuddle to the wind
Am                    Em
 Sleep on through the waves
      F                     D  Am D Am D Am
That may wet your lover's dream

C               F#m                  Bm  Bsus2 F# Bsus2
 We have been far through this night long hours
C            F#m                   Bm Bsus2 F# F#m
 We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

He couldn't do it properly
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out those details of delight.
Satisfied, he would collapse out,
Puzzled at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth
This was something their stories always omitted
That her joy would seem like pain
When he focused after his release.

Do sand and shells and stones
Peep in through your night?
But you should not be hurt
For all will pass with time.

We have been far through this night long hours
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

                 Am
In the third week of the relationship
               Em
She was tripping on organic acid
        F                              D
Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf
              Am                   D
Would give it tenderly into his hand
        Am             D                     Am
Full of dead things before they reached the car
            Am                     Em
When they drove she sat with mouth open
                              F                 
As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch
     D           Am           D              Am
Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg
 D                     Am                
Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart
D          Am         D                            Am
 He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face
    Am
She entered the cut with her tongue
           D                        Am
Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste

Do you fear the dark?
Then hush, and realise
That though the angels never come
Prayers can soothe your mind

We have been far through this night long hour
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

Am                                Em
 There was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back
       F                             D
The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech
 Am                       D          Am
Their corpses giving the vehicle arms
    D           Am         Am
Petrol and blood at last dripping together
           Em
But quick flashes of a planned lunch
F                           D               Am
Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire
 D      Am              D             Am
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer
                C
The winter air tucking under their eyelids
         F#m
As they spun on the gravel at Clandon
Bm           Bsus2                F#
Their hands steaming from quick moisture
                Bm           Bsus2         F#
The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril
                          Bm
Dazed after mutual masturbation
Bsus2          F#                  F#m
They zigzagged into a conservative end

Am              Em          F D Am D Am D C D Am
  Oh hush, my friend, asleep