Tom: B
Bm
Keep your beady eyes on me
E
To make sure I don't turn to dust
C#
F#m
C#
F#m
If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear
E
as deep and as vast as the dirty British sea
Bm
Keep your beady eyes on me
E
To make sure I don't turn to dust
C#
F#m
There's paths to make the heart beat
C#
F#m
And paths where I get skip
E
And paths to tread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet
G
E
G
E
(Oooh)
Bm
E
When the light creeps from the blinds I dance in heaven
G
Bm
E
It's just old passing time, it rains dead weather
G
E
G
E
(Ooh)
Bm
Keep your beady eyes on me
E
To make sure I don't turn to dust