Tom: A
Introdução: A Bm D A
A Bm D A
Lover, I remember laying out a map
F#m Bm E
Throwing our possessions in the van
A Bm
Your tapes piled on the backseat
D A
And a camera in your hand
F#m Bm E A
Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland
F#m A
Strangeland blind
D
You got no reason
E
You got no rhyme
F#m Bm
You get no time to put things right
F#m
To put things right
A Bm
You drove across the border
D A
As the winter rains ran dry
F#m Bm E
And, only fit for birdsong, filled the sky
A Bm
You threw your head back screaming
D A
as we raced across wet sand
F#m Bm E A
And lept into the waters of the Strangeland
F#m A
Strangeland blind
D
You got no reason
E
You got no rhyme
F#m Bm
You get no time to put things right
F#m
To put things right
A Bm
You wound the rope around me
D A
And you pulled the knots in tight
F#m Bm E
And shook me like a bad dream from your sight
A Bm
And now the things I?ve done to forget you
D A
Well, it?s not what I had planned
A Bm E A
The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland
F#m A
Strangeland blind
D
You got no reason
E
You got no rhyme
F#m Bm
You get no time to put things right
To put things
F#m A
Strangeland dreams
D E
You tore my baby away from me
F#m Bm
We get no time to put things right
F#m
To put things right
F#m Bm
You get no time to put things right
F#m
To put things right
Bm
To put things right
F#m
To put things right