Ab
1: It seems
   Db
To me
     Eb
That you can’t /sleep


    Fm
2: /By hook or by crooked look give me land
Fm
One fist holds a lighter the other your hand
Db
The oh’s of your screams still echo in yer dreams
Eb
I’ll point you steer and we’ll rip up the map by the /seams


       Ab
1: It /seems oh it seems
   Db
To me
     Eb
That you
    N.C.
You can’t sleep/


    Fm
2: /Grab the stroud and we’ll roar to the clouds come and get us
Fm
And the wind picks up up up and I’ll never let you
Db
Down it’s time to fight don’t be yellow bellied
Eb
Hold the bar at Hurley's hurly burly's give em hell give em /hell


          Ab
1: but I /held your hand
       Eb
As you shook in the middle of the night
Fm
Without waking you said
      Eb
Both: Not yet not yet
Db
Not yet not yet
Eb
Not yet not


[Chorus]
   Ab                   Eb
1: Sing me awake with a song about pirates
           Fm
And I will try to harmonise
          Db
Both: And sip the sunlight from your eyes
   Ab
Oh sing me awake
               Eb
With all the things we’ll do today
        Fm
But instead we’ll build a den
       Db
Out of pillows and get drunk again
       Fm             Eb
1: Cos everyone knows sex is better when you’re
Db
Unemployed

[Verse 2]
   Ab
It seems oh it seems
   Db
To me
     Eb
That you
Eb        N.C.
You can’t dance
N.C.
For shit


   Fm
2: Where is god ma
Fm
Where’s the vodka
Db
If my old mum could see me now
Eb
Oh how she’d howl she’d /howl

   Ab
1: hold my hand
        Db                          Eb
As you shook in the middle of the night
Fm
Without waking you said
      Eb
Both: Not yet not yet
Db
Not yet not yet
Eb
Not yet not yet


[Chorus]
   Ab                   Eb
1: Sing me awake with a song about pirates
           Fm
And I will try to harmonise
          Db
Both: And sip the sunlight from your eyes
   Ab
Oh sing me awake
               Eb
With all the things we’ll do today
        Fm
But instead we’ll build a den
       Db
Out of pillows and get drunk again
       Fm             Eb
1: Cos everyone knows sex is better when you’re
Db
Unemployed


[Verse 3]
     Fm
2: O let the world come at you, love,
     Eb
Like distant toms a-drumming.
      Db                       Db
Love, run! The song you know's begun,


  Fm
O let the earth a-tumble, love,
    Eb
And humble you withal,
                   Db
Keep running. It’s up to you now,
Db
Up to you now love to


[Chorus]
       Fm
(Love) Run, love run
    Eb
For all the things you’ve done
Db
Run for all the things that drum
Eb
Run for all those pages thumbed

     Fm
Love run, love run
    Eb
For all the things we wished we’d done
Db
Run from all you know that’s coming
Eb
Run to show that love’s worth running to

[Bridge]
       Fm
1: Let foul men band and heed your hum
         Eb
For that ancient hymn you heard me strumming?
   Db
Is nought but fumble-falls and guns
    Db
And tumbleweeds. Love, run!
     Fm
It's nought that rum won't solve
       Eb
Though some would harm you, none - not one - no none
     Db
Will raise to you a hand nor thumb
          Eb
Both: Not while by you I stand and hum


[Chorus]
       Fm
(Love) Run, love run
    Eb
For all the things you’ve done
Db
Run for all the things that drum
Eb
Run for all those pages thumbed

     Fm
Love run, love run
    Eb
For all the things we wished we’d done
Db
Run from all you know that’s coming
Eb
Run to show that love’s worth running to

[Interlude]
   Fm
2: All that matters
Eb
Is that you're here
Db
All that matters


[Verse 4]
  Fm
O let the land come at you, love,
     Eb
With all it's sand and sin, a-singing.
Db
  A song you once knew well's begun,
Db
Run until your lungs are numb.
Fm
Now let the earth a-tumble, love,
    Eb
And humble you withal, keep running.
    Db
It's not from what we run that drums,
    Db
But what's to come, what’s to come


[Chorus]
       Fm
(Love) Run, love run
    Eb
For all the things you’ve done
Db
Run for all the things that drum
Eb
Run for all those pages thumbed

     Fm
Love run, love run
    Eb
For all the things we wished we’d done
Db
Run from all you know that’s coming
Eb
Run to show that love’s worth running to