Tall Ships — Petrichor

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[Verse]
E        B               A
Don't believe me when I say I'm sorry
E            B          A
I don't mean anything I say
E           B            A
A faithless face amongst faceless faces
E        B             A
A bad decision made in good faith

E           B       A
I'm cold to all illustrious distractions
E       B              A
Lost to love, work and play
E           B            A
Stuck in my own world of pallid abstractions
E       B                   A
Forcing out these things to say

E            B           A
'Cause I was lost when I called you mother
E        B                   A
I didn't realise you felt the same
E         B            A
And I was drunk when I called you father
E              B      A
But no, you're not to blame


[Chorus]
         G#m      A    B
'Cause I did this to myself
    C#m          B       A
No I can't blame anybody else
             G#m              A         B
And when the photographs that line your shelves
   C#m     B       A
Belong to somebody else
 N.C.
You know it's time for change


[Interlude]
E  B  A   2x


[Verse]
E            B              A
So please forgive me for my boring stories
E          B              A
I've never felt that much at all
E            B            A
Just floated through life chasing money
E           B           A
A sack full of meat and bone

E              B                      A
And with every start all I see is the finishing line
E             B            A
Every new beginning I just see the end
E         B              A
And I'll bite the loving hand that's fed me
E        B     A
Time and time again


[Chorus]
         G#m      A    B
'Cause I did this to myself
     C#m         B       A
No I can't blame anybody else
     G#m              A         B
The photographs that line your shelves
   C#m     B       A
Belong to somebody else

       G#m    Amaj7 B
And in this ongoing war
    C#m7              B     Amaj7
My favourite smell is petrichor
    G#m            Amaj7  B
The scent straight after rain
      C#m7        B       Amaj7
An illusion of beginning again