Arm in arm on th[E]e boulevard[C#m]
[G#m]Speaking the language that [A]only [B]we know
[Amaj7]I'll brush an eye[B]lash [C#m]from your cheek
[G#m]I know they'll write [A]books ab[B]out you
And o[G#m]h! the crowds and the j[A]oyful [B]faces
[F#m]These people are just [A]backdrop [B]to us
[F#m]You and I don't even [A]think like [B]they do
[G#m]You and I we're like a [A]different [B]species
Like [E]Rom[G#m]eo and Jul[C#m]iet[B]
In a [A]bunker, shot [B]through the head
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utifu[C#m]l
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utiful
[E]Affairs of state and o[C#m]f the heart
[G#m]I love it when you [A]speak so p[B]assionately
[Amaj7]We understand [B]how [C#m]music works
[G#m]You understand what [A]you mean [B]to me
And o[G#m]h! the indescriba[A]ble [B]beauty
[F#m]Of a million hands r[A]aised to [B]salute you
[F#m]Like poppies lean when [A]winds car[B]ess them
[G#m]Cut flowers pressed to [A]solemn [B]duty
Like [E]Rom[G#m]eo and Jul[C#m]iet[B]
In a [A]bunker, shot [B]through the head
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utifu[C#m]l
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utiful
[E] [G#m] [C#m] [B]
[A] [B]
[A] [B] [E] [C#m]
[A](x2)[B][E]
[A]This epoch, t[B]his century,
[Amaj7]These people [B]and this infamy
Where [C#m]once there was a single [(]su[B]mm[)]er
[A]That [B]never seemed to turn. [E]
[G#m]Speaking the language that [A]only [B]we know
[Amaj7]I'll brush an eye[B]lash [C#m]from your cheek
[G#m]I know they'll write [A]books ab[B]out you
And o[G#m]h! the crowds and the j[A]oyful [B]faces
[F#m]These people are just [A]backdrop [B]to us
[F#m]You and I don't even [A]think like [B]they do
[G#m]You and I we're like a [A]different [B]species
Like [E]Rom[G#m]eo and Jul[C#m]iet[B]
In a [A]bunker, shot [B]through the head
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utifu[C#m]l
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utiful
[E]Affairs of state and o[C#m]f the heart
[G#m]I love it when you [A]speak so p[B]assionately
[Amaj7]We understand [B]how [C#m]music works
[G#m]You understand what [A]you mean [B]to me
And o[G#m]h! the indescriba[A]ble [B]beauty
[F#m]Of a million hands r[A]aised to [B]salute you
[F#m]Like poppies lean when [A]winds car[B]ess them
[G#m]Cut flowers pressed to [A]solemn [B]duty
Like [E]Rom[G#m]eo and Jul[C#m]iet[B]
In a [A]bunker, shot [B]through the head
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utifu[C#m]l
[A]Everyt[B]hing will be bea[E]utiful
[E] [G#m] [C#m] [B]
[A] [B]
[A] [B] [E] [C#m]
[A](x2)[B][E]
[A]This epoch, t[B]his century,
[Amaj7]These people [B]and this infamy
Where [C#m]once there was a single [(]su[B]mm[)]er
[A]That [B]never seemed to turn. [E]
