| Esus4 | E | B | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| In the | at | tics | of | my | life, | full of | cloud | y | dreams un | real. |
| Esus4 | E | B7 | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| Full of | tastes | no | tongue | can | know, | and | lights | no | eye can | see. |
| E | G# | A | E | F#m | E/A | E | |
| When | there | was no | ear | to | hear, you sang to | me. |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| I | have | spent | my | life | seeking | all | that's | still | unsung. |
| Esus4 | E | B7 | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| Bent my | ear | to | hear | the | tune, | and | closed | my | eyes to | see. |
| E | G# | A | E | F#m | E/A | F#m | F# | B | |
| When | there | were no | strings | to | play, you played to | me. |
| B | A | D | A | E | Esus4 | E7 | Asus4 | A | |
| In the book | of love's own | drea | m, | where | all the print | is | blood. |
| Asus4 | A | Asus4 | A | Aus4 | A | D | B | B7 | E | |
| Where | all t | he | pages | ar | e my | day | s, | and all | my lights grow | old. |
| A | Asus4 | A | D | A | E | Esus4 | D | B | B7 | A | E | Esus4 | |
| When I had no | wings | to | fly | , | yo | u flew to | me, | you | flew to | me. |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| In the | secret | space | of | dreams, | where I | drea | ming | lay a | mazed. |
| Esus4 | E | B7 | E | B7 | E | A | E | B | A | E | |
| When the | se | crets | all | are | told, | and the | pet | als | all | unfold. |
| E | G#m | A | E | F#m | E/A | E | A | E | |
| When | there | was no | dream | of | mine, you dreamed of | me. |