The Ground Beneath Your Feet

	  		 

Em    G         C           G 
Now that since I've found your face 
C        G    Am G      Em 
in the most peculiar place 
Em    G        C           G     C  
I don't feel I've anything to prove  
G          Am  G   Em    Em 
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 

Now that I've found your face 
in the most peculiar place