Ocean Colour Scene

^G# C# ⁴⁶⁶⁵⁴⁴ x46664
^{F# 244322}
Intro:

Guitar 2 during intro:
^A#5 Mini solo
Verse:
^A#m When she blows the ^G# candle flame to smoke
She says a ^C# prayer for all of those who live in ^F houses and in homes
^A#m And monday, she'll ^G# go downtown standing naked ^C# in the road
You may know what I am ^F , but who I am you don't ^F# know
^F# She runs across the mustard ^G# dust sand
She scream down the ^C# wind
And the sea is in a ^F cold
Like when in holiday ^F# homes
^F# And houses like ^G# sweets confectionary
^C# Sand castles and drinking wine
^F Hungry dinners perfectly timed
^A#m And mother and father glowing young
^G# Happy to be eachother together
^F# When she blows the candle out she ^F goes to bed
And lies and drags through ^A#m her head
The day that went, the ^G# way of every day
To ^F# morrow she'll fly a plain
^F Over the fields where the houses aren't build yet
^F# She smiles sweetly across the ^G# room
Through the lunch-time ^C# smoke
And I loved her for a second
^F And discarded the queen and I ^F# know
How sweetness turns ^G# sour
And leaves they turn to ^C# brown
And then to earth and ^F dust
And settle in this ^F# town
Chorus:
This is what the bass plays because the rythm-guitar plays
about the same chord althrough the chorus.
^F# You get blown a ^G# way
^G# You get blown a ^C# way
^C# You get blown a ^F way
Verse 2:
e-6...---5-|

^A#m When she blows the ^G# candle flame to smoke
She says a ^C# prayer for all of those who live in ^F houses and in homes
^A#m And monday, she'll ^G# go downtown standing naked ^C# in the road
You may know what I am ^F , but who I am you don't ^F# know
^F# She runs across the mustard ^G# dust sand
She scream down the ^C# wind
And the sea is in a ^F cold
Like when in holiday homes
^F# And houses like ^G# sweets confectionary
^C# Sand castles and drinking wine
^F Hungry dinners perfectly timed
^F# She smiled sweetly a ^G# cross the lunch time smoke
And I ^C# loved her for a second
And dis ^F carded the queen and I know
How ^F# men are being little boys ^G# again
And women cruel step mothers of ^C# old
And this is the in ^F vention
The adventure of my ^F# own
Chorus:
^F# I get blown a ^G# way
^G# I get blown a ^C# way
^C# I get blown a ^F way
^F I get blown a ^F# way x2

^- Oscar Widegren