G# If the C/E world did Fm end, would you Cm be my apocalyptic Bbm friend? Until tom C# orrow then.
If the sky did fall, would you pick up my last call? Until tomorrow then.
Navigate to the moon, flee the planet this afternoon. Until tomorrow then.
With the waves risin' high, we'd be the first most likely to die. Until tomorrow then.
Chorus:
I G# guess it's G# you I Fm miss, cause I just C# stare at the ceiling
My stomach knots and twists. You've created this feeling.
And I may be out of style, but do you know what true love is?
I'll G# make this all so worth Fm while. Let's rise a Bb/F bove this.
Let's rise a C#m bove this.
Verse 2:
G# I dug a t C/E unnel underg Fm round and waited Cm patiently to be Bbm found. Until tom C# orrow then.
All my ideas make them laugh, but in the end you will see they're not so daft.
We'll have sorrow to spend.
Chorus 2:
I G# guess it's G# you I Fm miss, cause I just C# stare at the ceiling
My stomach knots and twists. You've created this feeling.
And I may be out of style, but do you know what true love is?
We'll G# make this all so worth Fm while. Let's rise a Bb/F bove this.
Let's rise a Bbm bove this. Let's rise a C# booo C#m oove this.
Outro on verse chords.
Ed Harcourt
