fly boy blue lunette Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
It's [Em]a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And [Bm]someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one was watching

[Verse 2]
My [C]oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your [B]faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash [Em]site love

[Interlude 1]
[Em]

[Verse 3]
[Bm]Someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one was watch[C]ing
[D]My old[C]est friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your [D]faces [B]home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site [Em]love

[Interlude 2]
[B][G][A][B][A][G][Em][B][Em][A][G][A][B][Em][D][Bm]
[Em][E][F#m]
[Bm][D][E][F#m][G][Em][C][Em][C][F#dim][G][C][D][Em][B][E]
[B][E][F#m][Em]

[Verse 4]
[Em]Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And [Bm]someone's shouting
on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
[C]My newest friends have
forgotten my name
But so have I, so far so good [D]and [B]home
You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site [Em]love[G]

[Interlude 3]
[A][B][A][G][Em][B][A][G][A][B][Em][D][Bm][Em][D]
[Em][F#m][G][Em][C][Em][D][G][D][Em][B][F#m][E][F#m][B][E][F#m][A][E]
[C#m][B][A]
[E][C#m][B]
[A][E]
[C#m][B]

[Verse 5]
[A]What can be said of the
cigarettes smoked
[E]A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
If I [C#m]stopped would the bus ever come
Would the dawn ever [B]kiss me,
forgiven me, knowing what's done
Would [A]the drivel make scribble
make sense and then song
Would the [E]woodbines denied like
the northern man's thumbs
Per[C#m]verse as it may sound I
sometimes believe
[B]The tip to my lips just

[Verse 6]
reminds me to breathe
[A]What can be said of the
whiskey and wine
[E]Random abandon or ballast for joy
That was [C#m]scuppered with trust,
little more than a boy
And be[B]sides I'm in excellent company
I'm [A]reaching the age when
decisions are made
On [E]life and living and I'm
sure last ditch
That'll I'll [C#m]ask for more time
But mother forgive me
[B]I'll still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
and [A]a bundle of smokes in my grave
[E]

[Verse 7]
But there [C#m]isn't words yet
for the comfort I get
From the [B]gentle lunette at the top of the
nape of the [A]neck that I wake to

[Verse 8]
[A]
And [E]where are the words for
the leap in my chest
When [C#m]mischief appears either side
of the scar on your [B]nose
Made by a rose thorn, so you [A]claim
By a rose thorn