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