Intro Bm A F#m G

Last night you said I was Bm cold, un-A touchable
A F#m lonely piece of action from a-G nother town
I just want to be Bm free, I’m happy to be A lonely
Can’t you F#m stay away? Just leave me a-G lone with my thoughts
Just a Bm runaway, oh, just a A runaway
I’m F#m saving myself G

G Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moon, held on the crest of the F#m night, I’m too tired to fight
So now we’re G passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs
for F#m passing strangers… all those passing strangers
And the G twinkling lies… all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the F#m paper

Solo F#m G x 2 – F#m

Inter Em A x 2

Oh, I re-Em member Toronto when Mylo went down
And we A sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so a-Em lone, he was the first of our A own
Em Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
A Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The Em price of infamy, the edge of in-A sanity
Another Em holiday inn, another temporary home
And an A interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Em Talk to me… won’t you tell me your A stories?

Inter Em A x 2

So I Em talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he A looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought Em maybe… I’ve already gone A crazy
So I Em reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I A picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
In-Em viting me to a casual obs-A cenity

Instr F#m D C#m Bm x 2 – F#m Bm x 4 – F#m D C#m Bm x 2

Inter F#m F#4 F#m F#7-2 F#m

Wasted, I’ve never been so F#m wasted
I’ve F#4 never been this far out before
F#m Perimeter walk F#7-2
There’s a F#m presence here… I feel

F#m could have been ancient, could have been mystical
F#4 There’s a presence F#m
F#7-2 Childhood, F#m my childhood… my childhood

F#m Childhood, a misplaced F#4 childhood
F#m Childhood, a misplaced F#7-2 childhood
Give it back to me, F#m give it back to me

a F#m childhood, that F#4 childhood
That F#m childhood, that F#7-2 childhood
That F#m childhood

Oh, E please give it back A to me G A G

I saw a A war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her G husband’s clothes
She had A medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
a G lump in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see D convoys curbcrawling West German autobahns
C Trying to pick up a war, they’re going to even the D score
Oh, I can’t C take any more

I see A black flags on factories
Soup ladles poised on the G lips of the poor
I see A children with vacant stares
Destined for rape in the G alleyways
Does anybody care, I can’t D take any more
Should we C say goodbye? D Hey C

I see A priests, politicians
The heroes in black plastic G body-bags under nations’ flags
I see A children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in G napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can’t D take any more… should we C say goodbye
How can D we justify… they call C us civilised

Outro A E D E x 4 – A4