Belle and Sebastian - The Everlasting Muse: chords

F#m
I want to find this girl I know
I need to take her out
   E
I set a snare in evening air
        F#m
Made of faith and hope and doubt
I want to spend some time with her
Learn the secrets of her trade
   E
I wouldn't mean to cross the line
     D
And look into the other side
   C#
Forbidden to my kind
    Bm
Forbidden to my kind

I need to hang out with my love
The raven-headed sprite
I know I'll never dance like her
Or keep her up at night
I need to hang around with her
I need to let her know
Her cause is mine, I'm but a slave
I look into her wondrous gaze
And taste the strangest chord
And make the purest noise

Chorus:
F#m           E                            F#m
What I would do to make the girl stand out in the
rain
            E                               F#m
I serve my window watching close, she will appear
again
            A
Still polishing her crazy hair
                  G
Still whispering curlies, drunk on song
           F#m                                E
If I could only right my wrongs and take her to
her favorite place
            F#m
And steal a melody
              E
'Cause I need only see her face
            D
A thousand worries fall away
           A
And music rushes in

Listen to the sound of life
(I don't want to be friends)
Drink deep of the day (I don't need your advance)
Wait for her, but don't obsess
(Why do you have to ask?)
She'll go the other way (No, I don't want to dance)

Winds will blow and storms will rage
(But your phrases are poor)
The muse is always sad (And you try hard to rhyme)
Money tends to disappear
(And I can't read your words)
Beauty crumbles with the years
(But I can read your mind)
But music is for us (Music is for us)
Music is for us (Music is for us)

Chorus

If I could only see her face
And know that she was close
There is a deeper magic here
The everlasting muse
I left the danger for an hour
I left the sadness for a day
I know that I am in safe hands
She pays the bill and smokes cigar
And on the napkin silk
She weaves a manuscript with skill
An intro, outro, middle eight
A tapestry of words
A subtle gift to modern rock
She says, "be popular, play pop
And you will win my love"

A subtle gift to modern rock
She says, "be popular, play pop
And you will win my love"