Intro: Fm
[Fm] [Gm] [Fm] [Gm] [Am] [Gm] [Am]
We we[Gm]re wa[Fm]sted
Lovers without be[Gm]ing lo[F]ved
You know I start to be[Gm]lieve in [Am]you
But the timing [Gm]is f[Am]ine
We were all a little t[Gm]oo wr[Fm]apped up
A minu[Gm]te d[Fm]own
Gonna wanna see y[Gm]ou ag[Am]ain
So don't tu[Gm]rn a[Am]round
Assuming it's a [Fm]one night thing
No-one could kn[Gm]ow ab[Fm]out
Lost in a m[Am]ovie
I'm trying to get it off
I'm looking for the vi[Fm]rgin
That's lone in the f[Gm]ight
The senile mind of [Am]a man doesn't need a reason w[C]hy
Don't matter what you do to [Fm]me
Don't matter what you c[Gm]hose
Ain't it strange what the ni[Am]ght can do?
1st solo:
[C] [Fm] [Gm]
We'll all be a[Am]lone
Sooner or later
And that's [Gm]a des[Fm]ign
Of a heartle[Gm]ss t[Fm]own
We tend t[Gm]o fo[Am]rget
The parts and t[Gm]he l[Am]abor
No-one gets[Gm] a c[Fm]ircus
Unless it's[Gm] a c[Fm]lown
And when the m[C]oon is speaking in phrases
We are the o[Am]nes, the life is our light
Babies at ho[C]me doing the dishes
Conscience on f[Am]ire, an eye for tonight
I am a l[Fm]ong tied to des[Gm]ire
Along for the r[Am]ide
Such an easy h[C]eart, call and col[Fm]lect it
She's playing the f[Gm]ool
Ain't it strange what the ni[Am]ght can do
We're only beli[Fm]evers
Idle to pr[Gm]oof
You keep it like a se[C]cret, they come to [Am]you
Don't matter what you're s[Fm]ayin'
Don't matter what you [Gm]do
And it's strange what the ni[Am]ght can do
2nd solo:
[Am]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am] [C]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am]
[Am]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am] [C]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am]
End:
[Am]
[Fm]
[Gm] [Am]
[Gm] [Fm]
[Gm] [Am]
[Am]
[Fm] [Gm] [Fm] [Gm] [Am] [Gm] [Am]
We we[Gm]re wa[Fm]sted
Lovers without be[Gm]ing lo[F]ved
You know I start to be[Gm]lieve in [Am]you
But the timing [Gm]is f[Am]ine
We were all a little t[Gm]oo wr[Fm]apped up
A minu[Gm]te d[Fm]own
Gonna wanna see y[Gm]ou ag[Am]ain
So don't tu[Gm]rn a[Am]round
Assuming it's a [Fm]one night thing
No-one could kn[Gm]ow ab[Fm]out
Lost in a m[Am]ovie
I'm trying to get it off
I'm looking for the vi[Fm]rgin
That's lone in the f[Gm]ight
The senile mind of [Am]a man doesn't need a reason w[C]hy
Don't matter what you do to [Fm]me
Don't matter what you c[Gm]hose
Ain't it strange what the ni[Am]ght can do?
1st solo:
[C] [Fm] [Gm]
We'll all be a[Am]lone
Sooner or later
And that's [Gm]a des[Fm]ign
Of a heartle[Gm]ss t[Fm]own
We tend t[Gm]o fo[Am]rget
The parts and t[Gm]he l[Am]abor
No-one gets[Gm] a c[Fm]ircus
Unless it's[Gm] a c[Fm]lown
And when the m[C]oon is speaking in phrases
We are the o[Am]nes, the life is our light
Babies at ho[C]me doing the dishes
Conscience on f[Am]ire, an eye for tonight
I am a l[Fm]ong tied to des[Gm]ire
Along for the r[Am]ide
Such an easy h[C]eart, call and col[Fm]lect it
She's playing the f[Gm]ool
Ain't it strange what the ni[Am]ght can do
We're only beli[Fm]evers
Idle to pr[Gm]oof
You keep it like a se[C]cret, they come to [Am]you
Don't matter what you're s[Fm]ayin'
Don't matter what you [Gm]do
And it's strange what the ni[Am]ght can do
2nd solo:
[Am]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am] [C]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am]
[Am]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am] [C]
[Fm] [Gm] [Am]
End:
[Am]
[Fm]
[Gm] [Am]
[Gm] [Fm]
[Gm] [Am]
[Am]
