Tom: G
Introdução:
G A G A
Stay here, stay in the moment
G A G A
Where the blooming of spring never ends
G A G A
Let's go down by the willow tree
G A G A
Roll with the hills 'till we make our ascent
G A G A
All I imagined is all that I see
G A G A
Gardens of flowers and warm summer breeze
G A G A
There's a place where no trouble is seen
G A
Everything's perfect
F G Eb Bb
But it's all just a dream that I have when I sleep
C# G# G#m B
Through a winter that never ends
C#mE E
Open, open your eyes to
C#m E C#m E
A world of all that can sadden your heart
C#mE E
Color absent from all I see
C#m E C G
Skies are grey and the streetlights are dark
C G C G
Lost in a sea of sad faces and hearts who claim
Bb F
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth
G# Eb
With words far beyond reproof
F# C# C#m E C#mE Ebm
Still I remain unconvinced
F#m G#m A B
All these years, we've hoped and we've dreamed
F#m G#m A B
For a final escape, but to no avail
F#m G#m A B F#m G#m
All I hear... the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips
A B C#mE
Forming words for the eager in ear
C#m E C#m E C#m
There's a man reciting the words of his god
E C#m E
In a room full of pliable hearts
C#m E C#m E
And each word, teaming with fire
C#m E C G
Consumes any reason that's lingering near
C G C G
Every word will precede a great cheer
Bb F G# Eb
To affirm that the problem could never lie here
F# C# C#m E C#mE Ebm
And on goes the shifting of blame
F#m G#m A B
All these years, we've hoped and we've dreamed
F#m G#m A B
For a final escape, but to no avail
F#m G#m A B F#m G#m
All I hear... the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips
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Forming words for the eager in ear
Em Bm
What I wouldn't give to go back to that place
D Am
Just to feel the warmth of the sun shining down on my face
Em Bm
The smell of young roses in bloom
D Am Em Bm D AmEm Bm D Am(sºlo)
I'd gladly spend the rest of my days in that afternoon
Em F#m G A Em
I can't bear to look at another sad face
F#m G A
In this town riddled with fear
Em F#m G A
Close your eyes, we'll make our escape
Em F#m
Shake the dust off your feet
G A G
Dry the last of your bitter tears.