The Editors – Papillon - Correct version Listen to the exact rhythm on youtube or on CD Riff 1 (version 1 - easy for the right hand) Em G Bm e---------------------------| B---------------------------| G---------------------------| D---5----5---5----5----4----| A--7----7--------5-5--5-4---| E-0----0----0---3----2------| Riff 1 (version 2 - easy for the left hand) except for Bm, placed the left in the default position for each chord: Em G Bm e---------------------------| B---------------------------| G---0----0---0----0---------| D--2----2--------0-0---4----| A---------------------5-4---| E-0----0----0---3----2------| Riff 1 (Album version) Em G Bm e---------------------| B---------------------| G----0--0-----0-------| D---2----2---0---4----| A---------------5-4---| E--0---0----3--2------| Riff 2 (Chorus) C G D/C (place C-chord but 2 frets higher) e--------------------------------------------| B----1----1----1----3----3----3----3----3----| G----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----| D---2-2--2-2--2-2--0-0--4-4--4-4--4-4--0-0---| A--3----3----3----2----5----5----5----2------| E--------------------------------------------| Lyrics: (chord positions as accurate as possible, may not be 100% good) Strophe 1: Riff 1 in the version of your choice Em Em G Bm Em Em G Bm Make our escape, you're my own papillon. Em Em G Bm Em World turns too fast, feel love before it's gone. Em G Bm It kicks like a sleep twitch! etc. My papillon, feel love when it's shone. It kicks like a sleep twitch! Chorus: Riff 2 C C C G C/D C/D Darling, just don't put down your guns yet. C/D G C C if there really was a God here, C G C/D C/D C/D G He would have raised a hand by now. C etc. Now darling, you're born, get old and die here. Well, that's quite enough for me. G C/D C/D We'll find our own way home somehow. C/D Em (Riff 1) It kicks like a sleep twitch! Strophe 2: No sense of doubt or what you could achieve. Well, I've found you out, I've seen the life you wish to leave, But it kicks like a sleep twitch! You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe. It kicks like a sleep twitch! Chorus: Darling, now just don't put down your guns yet. If there really was a God here, He'd have raised a hand by now. Darling, well, you're born, get old and die here. Well that's quite enough for me, dear. We'll find our own home somehow. Riff 1 (repeat as much as you need to) It kicks like a sleep twitch! It kicks like a sleep twitch! (Play riff 1 a final time, with our without 'it kicks like a sleep twitch', and end on Em)