Tom: G
G
It was half-past can't say when,
G
Been to Hell and back one weekend.
Em
No, Death was a dim-witted soul,
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Lo! But he wasn't grim.
G
Asked if we could meet again,
G
Some other time, another place.
Em
Oh, no, it wasn't cheating,
C
Just the nature of competing,
Bb F G
I was simply twisting fate.
G
Oh, with a new moon dripped a steady stream,
G
I knelt and watched my face,
Em C
Caught the last train north, way up north,
Bb F G
With the cold wind giving chase.
G D6 Em
Oh, all the night was clear,
C
The air was crisp and clean,
G C
The great beyond all pistol black, the white serene,
C
Oh, when morning broke,
Bb F G
We woke to such a scene.
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Padadam...
G
Well, I stumbled round for days and days,
G
Walked my shadow to the ground,
Em
Well, I stirred the waking sun,
C
But I was not the only one
Bb F G
With bloody fists or blistered tongue.
G
Well, a thousand points of light cut through
G
The great storm in the sky,
Em C
Sunbeams somersaulting down,
Bb F G
At twice the speed of light.
G
On her hands criss-crossed,
G
All the clocks on the walls told different times,
Em C
And the cheap red wine splayed all the tiny
Bb F G
Fragments in my mind.
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Oh, the caterwaul of crooked little chimes,
G
Ringing out of tune,
C
Yes, ringing out of time,
Em
Oh, the symphony!
C
The cracking of the trees,
G
The crashing of the waves,
C
The quaking underneath our feet,
Am
All in perfect pitch and key,
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Just the nature of our kind.
