| G | |
| On a Tuesday |
| D/F# | |
| in December, |
| Em | |
| When you walked out |
| C | |
| I remember. |
| G | |
| You were smiling |
| D/F# | |
| as you turned around, |
| Em | |
| In the hallway, |
| C | |
| you lin | gered in the doorway. |
| D | |
| And | still the words you said to me, make me think of |
| C | |
| how we used to be. |
| Chorus |
| G | |
| Hand to my heart, |
| D/F# | |
| I want to be the |
| Em | |
| one who always |
| C | |
| learned. |
| G | |
| She said, You're j | ust like the sun. |
| D/F# | |
| I get so |
| Em | |
| b | urned when |
| C | |
| y | ou are close to me. |
| Verse 2 |
| In the back room of a mansion, |
| You are planning your deception. |
| Always calling, never phoning. |
| I'm a victim of another's war. |
| And still the words you said to me, |
| Come ringing in your silent symphony. |
| Chorus |
| Bridge |
| D | |
| And still it hurt so bad, |
| C | |
| I thought I'd get one over on you, |
| D | |
| And still, I hope you're sad, |
| C | |
| (you deserve it more than anyone). |
| G | |
| I could give you one good reason. |
| D/F# | |
| You could be my winning season. |
| Em | |
| All the things we could have been, just |
| C | |
| fell away. |
| Chorus |