Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

 I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 1-7-8, spitting cusses at my

face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults, and calling names.

 Filthy S-M-Ss that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set

 it in motion again.

 But fate's a cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses

loosely in a bath robe with her hair up in curls. 'cause we were kissing for

 hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself suggests

 we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux: she vomits down

 my rental tux. I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been thinking of

 you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

 And it's a good night for a fist fight because the dew will temper your fall.

 You'll sing me lullabies in form of yr cat calls.

 And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm

snookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the eight ball. I keep

 replaying my turn until your patience is shot. You peel your white gloves off

 seductively before you respot. Your fingertips, leave marks and graze, I lay

 you down atop the baize: I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been

thinking of you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for

Graceful, gracious, companion with your eyes of doe, and thighs of stallion.