| C | |
| A sense of duty was my one intention |
| G | |
| and an | ugly beauty was my own invention |
| C | |
| Pride a proud refusal |
| G | |
| I refuse to need your approval |
| C | |
| Too many seekers, too few beacons |
| G | |
| But th | rough the fog, we'll keep on beaming |
| F | |
| Through the | crying hours |
| Em | |
| of your glittery year | s |
| Dm | C | |
| all the | living out, of your tinsel tears |
| F | |
| and the | midnight trains, I never made |
| Em | Dm | C | |
| 'cos | I'd | already |
| G C, C, G, G |
| played...the game |
| C | |
| Everybody's got their own good reason |
| G | |
| why their | favorite season, is their favorite season |
| C | |
| Winter winners and those summers suns |
| G | |
| aren't good for | everyone, aren't good for everyone |
| C | |
| Spring has sprung and autumns |
| G | |
| So well done, so well done |
| F | |
| And it's a | better thing |
| Em | |
| that we do no | w, |
| Dm | C | |
| for | getting | everything, the whys and hows |
| F | |
| While you r | eminisce |
| Em | |
| about the things you mis | s |
| Dm C G C D, G, G |
| you won't be ready, to kiss...goodbye |
| G | C | |
| The earth is a | world |
| D | |
| The world is a | ball |
| G | |
| A ball in a | game with no rules at all |
| C | |
| And just as I | wonder |
| D | |
| at the beauty of it | all |
| G | |
| you go and | drop it and it breaks when it falls |
| F | |
| I'll never | understand |
| Em | |
| why you thought I | would |
| Dm | C | |
| need | to be | reassured and be understood |
| F | |
| When I | always knew |
| Em | |
| that your bad's my | good |
| Dm | C | |
| and | I was | ready |
| G | C | |
| ready...to be | loved |
| C, G, G, C, C, G, G |
| C | |
| Born under | Mars |
| G | |
| With Jupiter | rising |
| C | |
| Fallen from | stars |
| G | |
| That lit my hor | izon |
| F | |
| I'll never | understand |
| Em | |
| why you thought I | would |
| Dm | C | |
| need | to be | reassured and be understood |
| F | Em | |
| When I | always knew that your bad's my | good |
| Dm | C | G | |
| and | I was | ready, ready...to | be |
| F | |
| Through the | crying hours |
| Em | |
| of your glit | tery years |
| Dm | C | |
| all the | living out of your tinsel tears |
| F | |
| and the mi | dnight trains |
| Em | Dm | C | G | |
| I never | made 'cos I'd | al- | ready | played |
| F | |
| and it's a | better thing |
| Em | Dm | |
| that we do | now for | getting |
| C | |
| Everything the whys and hows |
| F | Em | |
| While you | reminisce about the things you | miss |
| Dm | C | G | C | |
| you | won't be | ready to | kiss...good | bye |