The Ground Beneath Your Feet

                    Now that since I've found your face in the most pe---cu---liar place
                                    I    don't feel I've anything to prove to any--one
else   but you

                      And I think of her               and she thinks of him

and there's no escaping this mess that we're in

but its like she's holding court                   down each street that we walk

and as she's drawing all that heat   I feel like the ground   beneath     her feet
h = hammer on
p = pull off
Now that since I've found your face
in the most peculiar place
I don't feel I've anything to prove
to anyone else but you
Em              G
And I think of her
                   C
and she thinks of him
                   Am
and there's no escaping
                    C
this mess that we're in
                            Am
but its like she's holding court
                           C
down each street that we walk
                               G
and as she's drawing all that heat
   Em             C      Am          Em
I feel like the ground beneath her feet

Glance past a skyline of factories
think of that life that was over to you
Time, time well there's a funny thing
written in black on the back of your hand
I still think of her
do you think of him
and those pills and potions
work the same time again
and you're counting all the numbers
in your waterproof purse
and it's not just a chance I have to stay and crawl along and past
the ground beneath your feet

Do you think of her
cos I think of him
and there's no escaping
this mess that we're in
and its like you're holding court
down each street that we walk
and as you're drawing all that heat
I can't surmise or say
I wonder what price it is I'll pay
to sweep and move the sand
from the ground beneath your feet