Em         G           A          Em
Beating my drum in the fading hour, 
          G               A            Em
biting my tongue, but the blood is sour, 
           G    A Em      G                          
pulling up most of the foxgloves
         Em            A        Em
from the ground, ready to devour. 


[Verse 2]
Em       G        A        Em
If I had seen any other way, 
          G        A        Em
if it had been any other day, 
           G   A Em      G
would I be rowdy and shouting
      Em             A        Em
to be heard from the alleyway? 
      Em             A       Em
To be heard from the alleyway


[Chorus]
A                           E
Too long at the head of the table, 
A                G
too unseen, like light in a dream, 
A                    G
blue mind weary, but able
A                    Em
blue mind weary, but able


[Verse 3]
Em         G                A       Em
Everything splayed, getting cut out, 
           G              A         Em
just to be staged for the photograph, 
           G   A   Em       G
just to be one day sung and played
        Em          A        Em
for the length of a paragraph 
        Em          A        Em
For the length of a paragraph


[Chorus]
A                 E
Too long swinging around (words?)
A                G
too unseen, like light in a dream, 
A                    G
blue mind weary, but able 
A                    Em
blue mind weary, but able


[Verse 1]
Em         G           A           Em
Beating my drum in the fading hour, 
          G               A        Em
biting my tongue, but the blood is sour, 
           G    A  Em      G
pulling up most of the foxgloves
         Em            A        Em
from the ground, ready to devour 
         Em            A        E
From the ground, ready to devour.