Return To The Violence Of The Ocean Floor

But it's up to you how to play it, even all open chords sound okay to me. Intro: x4 One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. I've got a spirit Made out of sand Sometimes it slips through my fingers Back onto the beach x2 Said I've got a spirit Made out of sand Sometimes it slips through my fingers Back onto the beach In some kind of lust Some kind of lust Some kind of lust To return to the violence of the ocean floor To return to the violence of the ocean floor x4 x2 So I kneel down And gather it up Grain by grain I have to keep it safe I have some things to say: Like, you should have been a writer, you should have played guitar, But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar, But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill Or, you should have been a writer, you should have played guitar, But your face looks like a statue in the dark Like a candle that is held up to a mirror Or the terrible glimpse of a shark Within your idiot heart x3 I heard you hate it, just based on your principles now I heard you hate it, just based on your principles now I heard you hate it all, just based on your principles now So I kneel down Down into your burning sand, singing One, we got the spirit, two, we got the music Three, we got the past and four, we got the future And five, we got some kind of lust Some kind of lust Some kind of lust To return to the violence of the ocean floor To return to the violence of the ocean floor To return to the violence of the ocean floor To return to the violence of the ocean floor x6 x4