Capital chords by Trust Fund

Dm
If even David's hollowed out then god
                              Am              F
There must be a kind of magic to the way they break you down
Gm            Am         Bb
Tired and overrun on the weekend you caught the sun
                Dm            Am              Dm
There must be a kind of magic to the way they break you




Dm
And listening to the pigeons as you lay
                            Am             F
Tallying the sleeping hours left until the waking day
Gm              Am       Bb
Groveling to forget some second to last regret
               Dm            Am             Dm
Passing by the golden clock upon the golden balcony

C                 F    Bb
Has it all been a long con
C            F    Bb
Capital as a real god
C                 F   Bb
Bear it all as an old dog
C            F    Bb
Capital as a real god

Dm
Brighton in the wind strikes you and then
                             Am              F
Carrying the best belongings up and down the station steps
Gm                  Am        Bb
To meet on summer's green, oh I know the flats you mean
                Dm            Am            Dm
There must be a kind of magic to the way we stay true

C                 F    Bb
Has it all been a long con
C            F    Bb
Capital as a real god
C                 F   Bb
Bear it all as an old dog
C            F    Bb
Capital as a real god

Dm Bb F