C#m F#m B Wake up straight, caught out by the sun G#m On the first day of April C#m F#m B Out of bed, Lord, it was a plane crash G#m B But I'm sure that I was dreaming TV on, I blast caffeine A science of submission again Another day on this little island Just a bell hangs on Porridge done, I take my kid to school Past the pound shop, Woolworths Under bridge, where the subway sees the daytime And the Westway flies by Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke Grove To the forthcoming dramas A studio and a love of all sweet music We just can't let go Let go, let go, let go, let go So meditate on what we've all become On a cold day in spring time Civil war is what we were all born into Raise your left hand, right, sing Don't capitulate to the forces of the marketplace They're long departed Consolidate the love we bear together On a cold day in spring time | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#m F#m G#m B |