Stranger Hands

F#m E D In the clear you can hear the ocean F#m E D But every tide is washing up greater commotion F#m E D I admit I may have misspoken F#m E D But everything that you want is already broken F#m E D In the clear you can hear the ocean F#m E D But every tide is washing up greater commotion F#m E D I admit I may have misspoken F#m E D But everything that you want is already broken A These stranger’s hands C#m Wrapped round my sickly spine F#m E D In these troubled times I call out to you Dm What else can I do A C#m Grow fat and rich off that currency F#m E D Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me Dm Just wait and see F#m It’s hard to see E And harder to breathe D Beneath the surf F#m Whatever sums E Whatever comes D It must converge F#m And under your dress E D I may regress to infancy F#m And under, above E D There is no love like lunacy A These stranger’s hands C#m Wrapped round my sickly spine F#m E D In these troubled times I call out to you Dm What else can I do A C#m But grow fat and rich off that currency F#m E D The pace I keep will catch up to me Dm I’ll just wait and see A These stranger’s hands C#m Wrapped round my sickly spine F#m E D In these troubled times I call out to you Dm What else can I do A C#m Grow fat and rich off that currency F#m E D Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me Dm I’ll just wait and see F#m E D I admit I may have misspoken F#m E D But everything that you want is already broken F#m E D In the clear you can hear the ocean F#m E D But every tide is washing up greater commotion