Nightclothes Radical Face We crept from the room[Am][G][C] The mo[Am]onligh[G]t spil[C]led down the [F]hall And I tip[Am]toe[G]d with you[C] Then we clim[Am]bed out the wi[G]ndow[(C)] And th[Am]ere i[G]n the ya[C]rd Our nig[Am]htclot[G]hes blo[C]wing in the bre[F]eze And you lo[Am]oked u[G]p at the s[C]ky And said the m[Am]oon would be o[G]urs[(C)] Chorus: And a[F]ll this ti[C]me I hear those wo[G]rds like bombs in the dis[F]tance And o[F]h my mi[C]nd, I can still s[G]mell the rain in the a[F] (azchords.com)