Вступление
Intro: (let it ring)
E9 B7 | E9 B5
E7 B5 | E9 B7
Verse 1:
In the grip of a winter came love and greed
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
Hook 1:
I was alone at the front line
The message I was told was to triumph
At the joy of a lifetime
Chorus:
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
Verse 2:
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the peace before believing the threats
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets
But the boys in stories just repeat themselves
In a fucked up mess
Hook 2:
I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to triumph
At the joy of a lifetime
Chorus:
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
Outro: |
E7 B5 | E9 B7