| F | F/C | C | |
| Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained | eyes__ | __ |
| Bbadd9 | F | |
| I can | barely define the shape of this moment in | time. |
| F | F/C | C | |
| And | far from flying high in clear blue | skies_ | __, |
| Bbadd9 | F | |
| I'm | spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I | hide. |
| Bb | F | |
| If you negotiate the | minefield in the drive, |
| Bb | F | |
| And beat the dogs and cheat the cold | electronic eyes, |
| Bb | C | Dm | |
| And if you | make it past the shot | gun in the hall, |
| Gm7 | |
| Dial the combination, open the priesthole |
| /C | F | |
| And if I'm in I'll | tell you what's behind the wall. |
| Am | F | |
| There's a kid who had a big hallucina | tion |
| Am | C | |
| Making love to girls in maga | zines. |
| Bb | Dm | |
| He | wonders if you're sleeping with your | new found faith. |
| Gm7 | |
| Could anybody love him |
| /C | F | F/C | C | Bbadd9 | F | |
| Or is it just a | crazy dream_ | __? |
| F | C | |
| And | if I show you my dark | side |
| Bb | F | |
| Will you still hold | me to | night? |
| F | C | |
| And | if I open my | heart to you |
| Bb | |
| And show you my weak | side, |
| F | |
| What would you | do? |
| Bb | F | |
| Would you sell your story to Rolling | Stone? |
| Bb | |
| Would you take the children away |
| F | |
| And leave me alone? |
| Bb | C | |
| And | smile in reas | surance |
| Dm | |
| As you | whisper down the phone, |
| Gm7 | |
| Would you send me packing, |
| /C | F | |
| Or would you take me | home? |
| Am | F | Am | C | Bb | Dm | Gm7 | /C | F |
| Am | F | |
| Thought I oughta bare my naked feel | ings, |
| Am | C | |
| Thought I oughta tear the curtain | down. |
| Bb | |
| I | held the blade in trembling hands, |
| Dm | Gm7 | |
| Pre | pared to make it but | just then the phone rang, |
| G | C | Bbadd9 | F | |
| I never had the nerve to make the final | cut. |
