Common Touch

Intro:
Bbm F Dm 
F Gm Am 
F Dm Gm Dm Gm 


F                Dm                  Gm 
Use that key and make me bleed, radiator 
        F                     Dm                                                  Gm 
And off-season, there’s not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her 
       F                 Dm                                        Gm 
Talking underhand on her favourite band you pretend to like before leaving 
        F                      Dm 
The torrential sounds of the diriving clouds 
                                      Gm 
You said the sky's just bruised but I saw bleeding 

F Gm Dm 


F                Gm               Dm 
What do you want? I would not care enough to know 
F            Gm                A 
And further on, I still won't care enough to know 
           F                    Gm 
And if it's all too much for the common touch 
        Dm 
I could gild my hands in this circumstance 
        F                  Gm 
I could lift you up, give a further thought 
       A 
I could bleach your name in the crowd 

F Dm Gm 


  F                  Dm                                   Gm 
I think she had a pretty name, something that rhyms with Jesus 
         F                    Dm                          Fm                   Gm 
And it’s insane, ther’s not a debonair who would turn down the chance to meet her 
       F                 Dm 
Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand 
                                Gm 
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer 
        F                Dm 
The habitual rounds over burial grounds 
                                             Gm 
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh 
F  Gm               Dm 
      Fuckin' Teresa 
Bbm 


F               Gm             Dm                 Bb 
What do you want? I would not care enough to know 
F           Gm                 A 
And further on, I still won't care enough to know 
          F                     Gm 
And if it's all too much for the common touch 
      Dm 
I could gild my hands in this circumstance 
       F                    Gm 
I could lift you up, give a further thought 
        A 
I could bleach your name in the crowd 


Dm 


Outro:
F                           Bb 
Look, could you give me a minute? 
                                  Gm 
I'm much too sharp when I’m on my own 
           Dm                 A                                  F 
I see your face move in the shadows of all the places we used to go 
                         Bb 
But could you give me a minute? 
                                 Gm 
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose 
          Dm                    A 
I wish my words were made for lovers, but I can’t stand not singing on my own 


Final: 
Dm Gm