Plain Sailing Weather chords and lyrics - FRANK TURNER

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[Intro 1]
Just give me [Bm]one fine day
of [G]plain sailing weather
And [D]I can fuck up anything, anything.
It was a [Bm]wonderful life
when [G]we were together
And [D]now I've fucked up
every little god[A]damn thing

[Verse 1]
Amelie [Bm]lied to me,
[G]this was supposed to be eas[D]y
I found the [Bm]one damn person
to [G]help me fall asleep in the [D]night
But sleeping gets [Bm]tiring,
[G]and dark reminds me of dyi[D]ng
And as [Bm]long as this feeble [G]heart is still beating
You will [D]find me rushing through every room,
switching on all the [A]lights

[Pre-chorus 1]
The [F#]problem with falling in [Bm]love in late bars
Is that there's [G]always more nights,
there's always more bars
The [F#]problem with showing
your [Bm]lover your scars
Is that [G]everybody's lover is [A]covered in scars

[Chorus 1]
Just give me [Bm]one fine day
of [G]plain sailing weather
And [D]I can fuck up anything, anyt[A]hing
It was a [Bm]wonderful life
when [G]we were together
And [D]now I've fucked up every

[Verse 2]
Things got [Bm]fractious, [G]and I felt fai[D]thless
At that [Bm]moment just before the [G]dawn
when everything falls a[D]part
But baby I didn't mean [Bm]it,
[G]for things to get des[D]perate
I [Bm]let slip my guard, l[G]et go of the rudder
Now we're [D]drifting in the current away
from one a[A]nother

[Chorus 2]
So give me [Bm]one fine day
of [G]plain sailing weather
And [D]I can fuck up anything, anyt[A]hing
It was a [Bm]wonderful life
when [G]we were together
And [D]now I've fucked up everything

[Chorus 3]
Give me [Bm]one fine day
of [G]plain sailing weather
And [D]I can fuck up anything, anyt[A]hing
It was a [Bm]wonderful life
when [G]we were together
And [D]now I've fucked up
every little goddamn [A]thing
Every little god[G]damn thing
Every little goddamn [A]thing
Every little god[G]damn thing

[Bridge 1]
[Bm]I've been skirting round
the [D]rim of doing something
[G]Brave, and not just [F#m]standing, but jumping [Bm]in
Of making circles into [D]squares, of laying down
The [G]bare facts like a [F#m]burden I can't
[Bm]bear
And I can almost find the [D]words,
but I can see the way you'd
[G]Fold your hands, speak [F#m]my name like a cur[Em]se
U[F#m]pon your pr[G]etty li[A]ps,
[F#m]the pr[Em]essured wh[F#m]ite behi[G]nd your (finger

[Outro 1]
[D]tips)[Bm]
[A][Gm]
[D]And when you see[Bm] me for all that I am[A]
I couldn't make mis[Gm]takes
to make a difference any [D]more
I'd throw myself [Bm]down on my knees,
at [A]your hands
And beg you for for[Gm]giveness
for my fuck ups and my [D]faults
And maybe you'd [Bm]relent
and return my hope for our for[A]ever
Lift up your precious [Gm]hands,
and then bring yours and mine to[D]gether[Bm]
So just give me [A]one fine day
of [Gm]plain sailing [D]weather[Bm]
Just give me [A]one fine day
of [Gm]plain sailing weather