Sundays Pretty Icons

	  		
Intro 
F C F C G Em G E 

      Am             F 
There is no hole in which to hide 
      Am	  Em 
There is no plane to catch 
   Am		          F 
No hope, tell them that's warm enough 
   Am                     G    E 
No rent to a room that's quiet 

    Am		             F 
A friend I've known through six degrees 
       Am              Em 
Comes down to where I hide 
   Am 			      F 
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers 
      Am              G     C 
She comes back to my side 

C                               F 
You're so far from wanting to talk 
C                             G              Em 
You're so far from wanting to say something good 
G                E 
Feel something good 

     Am            F 
The sea cries of loves of girls 
     Am	          Em 
The sea cries of boys 
     Am		       F 
The storm, we are the both of us 
     Am            G    C 
Too close to ever love 

C                          F 
Whisky from the island of Sun 
C                                G   
Whisky from the year you were born 
             Em           G        E 
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile 

Am                      F 
Somebody asked me what hell was like 
Am                    Em 
Somebody asked me for help 
Am                      F 
Somebody asked me what hell was like 
Am                     G                F   C 
Lunging and happening, parting of souls 

F                      C 
Every girl you ever admired (Every boy you ever desired) 
F                      C 
Every love you ever forgot (every person that you) 
F              C 
despised is forgiven 

G  Em  Bm  A  Em  Bm  F#m  F#   
F  Dm  Am  G  Dm  Am  Em   E   X3 (until fade)