Tono: G
G
A
G
A
G
A
Stay here, stay in the moment
G
A
G
A
Where the blooming of spring never ends
G
A
G
A
Let's go down by the willow tree
G
A
G
A
Roll with the hills 'till we make our ascent
G
A
G
A
All I imagined is all that I see
G
A
G
A
Gardens of flowers and warm summer breeze
G
A
G
A
There's a place where no trouble is seen
G
A
Everything's perfect
F
G
Eb
Bb
But it's all just a dream that I have when I sleep
C#
G#
G#m
B
Through a winter that never ends
C#m
E
C#m
E E
Open, open your eyes to
C#m
E
C#m
E
A world of all that can sadden your heart
C#m
E E
Color absent from all I see
C#m
E
C
G
Skies are grey and the streetlights are dark
C
G
C
G
Lost in a sea of sad faces and hearts who claim
Bb
F
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth
G#
Eb
With words far beyond reproof
F#
C#
C#m
E
C#m
E Ebm
Still I remain unconvinced
F#m
G#m
A
B
All these years, we've hoped and we've dreamed
F#m
G#m
A
B
For a final escape, but to no avail
F#m
G#m
A
B
F#m
G#m
All I hear... the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips
A
B
C#m
E
Forming words for the eager in ear
C#m
E
C#m
E
C#m
There's a man reciting the words of his god
E
C#m
E
In a room full of pliable hearts
C#m
E
C#m
E
And each word, teaming with fire
C#m
E
C
G
Consumes any reason that's lingering near
C
G
C
G
Every word will precede a great cheer
Bb
F
G#
Eb
To affirm that the problem could never lie here
F#
C#
C#m
E
C#m
E Ebm
And on goes the shifting of blame
F#m
G#m
A
B
All these years, we've hoped and we've dreamed
F#m
G#m
A
B
For a final escape, but to no avail
F#m
G#m
A
B
F#m
G#m
All I hear... the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips
A
B
Em
Bm
D
Am
EmBm
D
Am
(sax
Forming words for the eager in ear
Em
Bm
What I wouldn't give to go back to that place
D
Am
Just to feel the warmth of the sun shining down on my face
Em
Bm
The smell of young roses in bloom
D
Am
Em
Bm
D
Am
EmBm
D
Am
(solo)
I'd gladly spend the rest of my days in that afternoon
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
I can't bear to look at another sad face
F#m
G
A
In this town riddled with fear
Em
F#m
G
A
Close your eyes, we'll make our escape
Em
F#m
Shake the dust off your feet
G
A
G
Dry the last of your bitter tears.
G
A