Cifras
Slow Cruel Hands Of Time

Tom: B

Introdução:  F#m   E   C#m   D   Bm  

dificuldade
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 A                                                                                             Bm 
The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row
 A                                                                                                                       Bm 
Two hours later I'm back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped
 A                                                                                                                   Bm 
It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful
 A                                                                                                                 Bm 
There's a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school
 D                             C#m                     Bm 
The slow cruel hands of time
 D                             C#m         Bm 
Turn you into molten lava oh my
 A                                                                                                           Bm 
A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman
 A                                                                                                           Bm 
There's no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them's vacant
 A                                                                                                           Bm 
It's taken all day, the pack's feeling heavy and soon the night
 A                                                                                                     Bm 
Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive
 D                       C#m           Bm 
The sky is in the yard,
 D                                                             C#m     Bm 
Stringy cotton candy is the fog
 F#m                       E           C#m           D 
The slow climb, the hard fall
 F#m     E                 C#m                                   D 
Sometime's I don't want it at all
 F#m                                           E                       C#m                         D 
I've done this so long, it's something I ought to know
 Bm     A 
So long

 A                                                                                             Bm 
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly
 A                                                                                                             Bm 
Trapped for a moment, the sheriff's department got the wrong guy
 D                           C#m         Bm 
The town's revealed below
 D                           C#m                 Bm 
Visible wind through the fog
 D                           C#m             Bm 
The slow cruel hands of time
 D                               C#m               Bm 
Turning you back into a child