| D | C | G | D | |
| Sometime | s the m | ost beautiful things |
| C | G | D | C | |
| the most in | nocent things |
| G | C | D | |
| and m | any of those dreams, | pass us b | y |
| C | D | |
| keep passin me by... |
| chorus: |
| C | D | G | |
| You feel good |
| C | D | G | |
| I say, it's funny that y | ou understood |
| C | D | G | |
| (I knew you would) |
| C | D | C | D | |
| cause when you were good (baby) mmmmm yo | u we | re very good |
| C | |
| So I close my ey | es softly |
| D | |
| till I become th | at part of the wind |
| C | D | |
| that we all long for som | etimes, yeah |
| C | |
| and to those tha | t I look like a ghost thru the fog |
| D | |
| like a charmed h | our and a haunted song |
| C | D | C | D | |
| and the angel of my dreams...angel of my dreams |
| he says....(chorus) |
| C | D | |
| Now I still look up when | you walk into the room |
| C | D | |
| I've the same wide eyes...now they tell stories |
| C | |
| I try not to reach out |
| D | |
| but when you turn around you say | "hello" |
| C | D | |
| and we both pretend .... | there was no ending |