Last Train Travis
[Em2]Rain on the br[Am7]ain
Now ther[Em2]e's [D/F#]flowers in[Am7] your window
She oh she's so strange
I dont know anything about her
If [G]its all the same to you
Here's [D/F#]what im gonna do
I'm g[Em2]onna write a song
Gonna s[Am7]ing it to everyone
Then I'l[G]l sing it to you
'Cos it[D/F#] was you that wrote it too
Thi[Em2]s could be the last train
Search, within yourself,
the feelings, everybody's got them
You left me on the shelf
And now there no one to rely on
If its all the same to you
Here's what im gonna do
I'm gonna buy a gun
Gonna shoot everything, everyone
And them ill come for you
Cos it was you that drove me to...
This could be the last train
Bridge: Em2 Am7...Am7
[Em2]Window, with a ro[Am7]om
In [Em2]her hair and on her jacket
There'[Am7]s a picture in white of [G]Che Guevara
A[D/F#]s he sits beneath the tree,
th[Em2]at's not important
We[Am7]ll maybe he looked a bit like me
I[G]f you too[D/F#]k all the littl[Am7]e feelings in your heart
And too[G]k all those lit[D/F#]tle feelings[Am7] all apart
O[G]h now w[D/F#]hat's the poi[Am7]nt in do[Em2]ing all of that?
"Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis.
Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum;
dein cum milia multa facerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum."
Let's live, my Lesbia, and love each other
and less than one "assis" .
let's extime the rumors of the elderly .
Give me one thousand kisses and then one hundred,
so one thousand more and one hundred more,
then withuout stopping for a moment
one thousand more and one hundred more;
finally, after we have summed up the many thusands,
we will cheat on the total,
either because we don't want to know it,
or so that no one could enviously send us bad wishes
when he will know the amount of our kisses.