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Intro Em – Em D/E x 4 – Em
a E2 spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
C#2 Not the regal creature of border caves
D2 But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obs-B2 cure Scottish poet
The A2 mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To F#2 curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I A2 sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your car-F#2 nation will rot in a vase
A D2 train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of B2 lager
To D2 wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the B2 club
She was a A2 wallflower at sixteen
She’ll be a wallflower at thirty F#2 four
Her A2 mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said a F#2 whore
Solo D2 B2 D2 B2 – A2 F#2 A2 F#2 x 2
Inter D D/C Bm G x 2
The sky was D Bible black in Lyon
When I D/C met the Magdalene
She was Bm paralyzed in a streetlight
She re-G fused to give her name
And a D ring of violet bruises
They were D/C pinned upon her arm
Two Bm hundred francs for sanctuary
and she G led me by the hand
To a D room of dancing shadows
where all the D/C heartache disappears
And from Bm glowing tongues of candles
I heard her G whisper in my ear
J’entend ton D coeur… J’entend ton D/C coeur
Bm I can hear your heart, I can hear your G heart, I can hear your heart
Hear your D heart, I hear your D/C heart Bm G
Instr D D/C Bm G x 2 – D D/C Bm Bb D5
Inter Dm Dm/C Bb Am Bb
It’s getting Dm late, for scribbling and Dm/C scratching on the Bb paper
Something’s gonna give under this Am pressure
And the cracks are already be-Bb ginning to show
It’s too Dm late. The weekend ca-Dm/C reer girl never Bb boarded the plane
They said this could never Am happen again, oh so Bb wrong, so wrong
This Dm time it C/D seems to be
a-C/E nother misplaced Am rendezvous
This Dm time, it’s C/D looking like
a-C/E nother misplaced Am rendezvous
With Bb you Am … The parallel of Bb you Am
You Bb Am Bb Am
Inter Dm C Dm C Am Bb
On the Dm outskirts of C nowhere
On the Dm ring road to C somewhere
On the Am verge of indecision
I’ll Bb always take the roundabout Dm way C Dm C
Am Waiting on the rain
For Bb I was born with a Dm habit, C from a Dm sign C
The Am habit of a windswept Bb thumb
And the sign of the D rain D2 D4 D D2 x 4