Keane - Youre not home

^G/B(Kee^Cp Repeating) [Verse] ^G/BThe click of the f^Cront door ^G/BYour clothes left o^Cn the floor ^G/BLike wheels ^CStill turning ^G/BWhere you left them on the back lawn

^G/BYour voices rec^Cede and ^G/BYour fingers slip from ^Cmy hand ^G/BWhite skies and ^Csilent ^G/BThe lifeless wind burns through the downland

^G/BAnd it's cold, cold, cold, cold, col^Cd ^G/BAnd you're not home, home, home, ^Chome, home ^G/BI sit and stayed I sit and st^Cayed ^G/BUntil my phone, phone, p^Chone, phone

^G/BI love that silver grey first morning^C light ^G/BI see that fearless love in you^Cr blue eyes ^G/BThink I can picture some new s^Chape of life ^G/BAnd now you're not ^Chome ^G/BYou're not home ^CYou're not home ^G/BNot home ^C

^G/BAnd it's cold, cold, cold, cold, col^Cd ^G/BAnd you're not home, home, home, ^Chome, home ^G/BI sit and stayed I sit and st^Cayed ^G/BUntil my phone, phone, p^Chone, phone

^GI love that silver grey first^C/G morning light ^GI see that fearless love in yo^C/Gur blue eyes ^GThink I can picture some new shape of life ^C/GAnd now you're no^Gt home ^C/GYou're not home ^GYou're not ho^C/Gme ^GNot home ^C/G

^GI love that silver grey first^Am morning light I see that f^Bmearless love in your b^Amlue eyes Think I can ^Bmpicture some new shap^Ce of life And now you're^G not home You're not ^Chome ^GYou're not home Not h^Come ^G