| E | |
| Well the answer is always the | same, |
| Bsus2 | Asus2 | |
| Won't you please | just let it b | e. |
| E | |
| Cause I've been there and all I can | say, |
| Bsus2 | Asus2 | |
| Is that it | slips away from | me. |
| E | |
| With the memory of yesterday's | grace, |
| Bsus2 | Asus2 | |
| She | spins away from | me, |
| Bsus2 | Asus2 | E/A | |
| So | I can go o | n. |
| As cold as the void of the night, |
| The dark's surrounding me. |
| She leaves me there every time, |
| As alone as I can be. |
| And I drift with the thought of her eyes. |
| She's all that I can see, |
| But I will go on. |
| Bsus2 | |
| Every | long night, |
| Bsus2 | |
| Every | whisper, |
| C#m | Bm | |
| Every | song that never saw it | coming, |
| Asus2 | E/A | Asus2 | E/A | |
| And she says | it's oh so | right. |
| Bsus2 | |
| Every cold | night, |
| Bsus2 | |
| Every | shiver, |
| C#m | Bm | |
| Every | time I didn't feel it | coming. |
| Asus2 | E/A | Asus2 | E/A | |
| She says | it's oh so | right | . |
| As heartless and cruel as can be, |
| She moves away from me. |
| Still I need to be hers every time, |
| With all that I can be. |
| As she calls in the deep of the night, |
| She takes all I've got from me, |
| So I can go on. |
| Every long night, |
| Every whisper, |
| Every song that never saw it coming, |
| Baby don't you know that it's not allright, |
| It's not allright, no, no, no. |
| Every cold night, |
| Every shiver, |
| Every silent scream, |
| And she never listens. |
| Well it's not alright, not alright. |
| She rides with the gods of the night, |
| She rules the tides in me. |
| She crushes the waves with her sigh, |
| And she...oh lord... becomes a part of me, |
| But her care is as sharp as a knife. |
| I'll say, for how can she step away from me, |
| How can you just walk away from me? |
| Every cold night, |
| Every whisper, |
| Every silent scream, |
| And you never listen. |
| And you say what?...It's allright, |
| Well it's not allright, no, no. |
| Every last time, |
| Every shiver, |
| Every dirty game. |
| Well it just isn't right, |
| It just isn't right. |
| She wakes at the dawn of the day, |
| And takes my heart from me. |
| Leaves me with nothing to say, |
| Nothing left for me, |
| But the fever of final goodbyes, |
| She spins away from me, |
| So I can go on... |
| I can go on . |