The Ground Beneath Your Feet

[Em]Now th[G]at since I[C]'ve found yo[G]ur face
[C]in the mo[G]st pe[Am]cul[G]iar pla[Em]ce
[Em]I don'[G]t feel I'[C]ve anything [G]to pro[C]ve
[G]to anyone e[Am]lse [G]but [Em]you   [Em]

[Em]And I think of h[G]er
and she thinks of h[C]im
and there's no esca[Am]ping
this mess that we're[C] in
but its like she's holding c[Am]ourt
down each street that we wa[C]lk
and as she's drawing all that h[G]eat
I f[Em]eel like the gr[C]ound be[Am]neath her fe[Em]et

Glance past a skyline of factories
think of that life that was over to you
Time, time well there's a funny thing
written in black on the back of your hand

I still think of her
do you think of him
and those pills and potions
work the same time again
and you're counting all the numbers
in your waterproof purse
and it's not just a chance I have to stay and crawl along and past
the ground beneath your feet

Do you think of her
cos I think of him
and there's no escaping
this mess that we're in

and its like you're holding court
down each street that we walk
and as you're drawing all that heat
I can't surmise or say
I wonder what price it is I'll pay
to sweep and move the sand
from the ground beneath your feet

Now that I've found your face
in the most peculiar place