| E | Amaj7 |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| >From the | shelter of your solitude you | see her |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| running | circles round the emptiness with | in |
| E | A | |
| and you | wonder what it's been like to | be her |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| as you feel yourself a | wakening. |
| E | A | |
| Though she | fills her life between with new ad | ventures |
| E | A | |
| there's conf | usion in her eyes each time you | meet |
| E | A | |
| you don't | think she's gonna last another | winter |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| with all the snow she's | wading in. |
| F#m | B | |
| You can't believe you still | want her |
| F#m | A | B | |
| after | all the years of | knowing her so | well |
| E | F#m | |
| All the same you'd willingly con | sign yourself |
| G#m | C#m | A | |
| to a | love of | hell. |
| SOLO |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| You will | think by now you'd see it in pers | pective |
| E | A | |
| she's too | insecure to ever really | change |
| E | A | |
| you've con | vinced yourself this time you'll be ob | jective, |
| E | A | |
| you won't need any bel | ievin' in. |
| E | A | |
| There's no | reason to believe it will be | different |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| She's still | playing games and running from her | self |
| E | A | |
| but you'v | e always thought your love fo | r her could save her |
| E | Amaj7 | |
| and that's how you get | taken in. |
| F#m | B | |
| You can't believe you still | want her |
| F#m | A | B | |
| after | all the years of | knowing her so | well |
| E | F#m | |
| All the same you'd willingly con | sign yourself |
| G#m | C#m | A | E | |
| to a | love of | hell. | Oh, | oh. |
| ( I don't think the text is accurate, any help is appreciated. ) |
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| pjoe@charon.muc.de |