Intro: G F C (4X)
G F C
In your blue room sit with a candle lit
G F Am
On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on
G F C
Though the streets are hot you can still a lot
G F Am /E /D C
But you can walk out and forget there isn't time to take a loan
F E7 A7
But you're now into something that you were immune to before
F E7 A7 F
And there wasn't a sign you just fell into line at the door
G F C
And the question sands in the palms of hands
G F Am /E /D C
Of the wretches picking pieces of their minds up off the floor
On the mantel place there is still a trace
Of the plastic face you hung your moments on
And the sudden scare of a landing there on the sea
That you don't care to even see when you're alone
