By Your Hand(Chords)

	        

 


G       Am          Em         C 
By your hand is the only end I foresee 
G           Am              Em            C 
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me 
G       Am          Em         C 
By your hand is the only end I foresee 
G           Am              Em            C 
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me 

      C             G                C               G           C 
I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 1-7-8, spitting cusses at my 
G    C                           G              C                    G 
face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults, and calling names.  
           C                             G      C              G           C 
Filthy S-M-Ss that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set 
               G 
it in motion again. 
              C 
But fate's a cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses  
G                                                                  C 
loosely in a bath robe with her hair up in curls. 'cause we were kissing for 
                                               G 
hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself suggests  
                              C                                    D 
we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux: she vomits down 
                   Em                                           C 
my rental tux. I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been thinking of 
               D                        Am 
you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for 

G       Am          Em         C 
By your hand is the only end I foresee 
G           Am              Em            C 
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me 
G       Am          Em         C 
By your hand is the only end I foresee 
G           Am              Em            C 
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me 

           Em   D           Em   D                  C                    B 
And it's a good night for a fist fight because the dew will temper your fall. 
                C                      Am 
You'll sing me lullabies in form of yr cat calls. 

               C  
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm  
G 
snookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the eight ball. I keep  
    C                                                          G 
replaying my turn until your patience is shot. You peel your white gloves off  
                                     C                                    D 
seductively before you respot. Your fingertips, leave marks and graze, I lay  
                             Em 
you down atop the baize: I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been  
C                          D                        Am 
thinking of you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for 

G                   Am                  Em               C 
Graceful, gracious, companion with your eyes of doe, and thighs of stallion.