Intro: F#m A F#m A Bm A F#m A Someone got shot dead 'round here. F#m A Bm D People left flowers by the Ribena stains on the pavement. F#m D A Dm Friends, neighbours, strangers. F#m A F#m A million blooms, one day dusty, the next wet and ragged. A Bm D So, guess what? I took them all home with me F#m D A Bm D in a wheelbarrow and filled the bathroom from floor to ceiling, and listen, F#m A there was no devine damnation F#m A no cosmic retribution. Bm D F#m Once the petals wilted, I pressed them all flat in the largest book I've got. D A Bm D F#mF#m On wet days, the ghost sits in the kitchen leafing through it. Bm A F#m He's not grey or wraith-like, BA F#m F#m but bright and solid, Bm A F#m like a new bike. D A Bm D F#m Looks at the faded colours and plays the radio too loud, D A Bm D and makes a damn mess of fag butts and tea leaves. Outro: F#m D A Bm D x 3