K2-Elbow

[ti:K2] [ar:Elbow] [al:Little Fictions] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]K2 - Elbow [00:32.02]Written by：Guy Garvey/Craig Potter/Mark Potter/Pete Turner [01:04.04]I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys [01:08.25]Miming it wild on a cold stone table [01:12.21]Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees [01:16.81] [01:17.57]Send an urgent cable [01:20.34]Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering [01:22.99]If anyone cares [01:24.79] [01:25.64]Is the landing light on [01:28.38]Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in [01:32.33]Give me her perfume [01:34.21]Give me her prayers and advice [01:36.59]Hands up if you've never seen the sea [01:39.83]I'm from a land with an island status [01:43.86]Makes us think that everyone hates us [01:46.96]Maybe darling they do [01:48.74] [01:49.69]But they haven't met you [01:52.11] [01:52.61]They only know the villains at the tiller [01:55.41]And they gambled the farm on a headline [01:59.16]Jesus getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done [02:03.49]And they're never gonna make an arrest on fleet street [02:07.87] [02:09.39]Yes and I'm given to believing in love [02:12.76] [02:14.14]I've written the word in my blood [02:16.59] [02:18.59]And I perch on a shelf of the K2 [02:22.16]Made of the believers that [02:24.34]Love opens the fist just enough for a hand [02:28.53] [02:31.59]To slip into the hand [02:33.43] [02:35.58]To slip into the hand [02:37.42] [02:39.68]I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be [02:43.97]Planning on a static caravan in the Andes [02:48.12]Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise [02:52.56] [02:53.65]Defeat in our time or do we [02:56.41]Meet on the street again due to the few [02:59.37] [03:00.02]Batter it out and refresh vendetta [03:03.56]Better surely to pause [03:05.90]Consider the path [03:07.60]It's full of blood snot and teeth and the glory of no one [03:11.97] [03:12.50]Hands up if you've never seen the sea [03:15.32] [03:15.85]We're from a place with an island status [03:19.62]Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper [03:23.90]Again [03:24.58] [03:25.62]Come the virus of virii [03:28.00] [03:28.76]God send us to a digital end [03:31.59]With following strangers and swiping at friends [03:35.60]I'll send you a postcard [03:37.57] [03:38.17]See you in Hull [03:39.70]In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool [03:43.25] [03:45.42]Yes and I'm given to believing in love [03:48.55] [03:50.11]I've written the word in my blood [03:52.74] [03:54.65]And I perch on a shelf of the K2 [03:58.28]Made of the believers that [04:00.25]Love opens the fist just enough for a hand [04:04.42] [04:07.56]To slip into the hand [04:09.25] [04:11.52]To slip into the hand [04:13.40] [04:17.25]Yes and I'm given to believing in love [04:20.62] [04:22.13]I've written the word in my blood [04:24.61] [04:26.07]I've seen it make a heaven of [04:27.79]Backstreet bedsit and bomb site living room [04:32.43]Love opens the fist just enough for a hand [04:36.51] [04:39.58]To slip into the hand [04:41.45] [04:43.62]To slip into the hand