Проигрыш: F#m D F#m Bm
F#m D
This is a postcard
F#m Bm
Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city
F#m D
This is a phon call
F#m Bm
Saying, yes, I Am sleeping alone here
G(III) D
But the telephone lines are cut
Bm F#m
My hands can't hold the paper
F#m C D
You are on my mind
Nobody knows your name here,
Except when the moon is out
And then they toss in their sleep
Crying out for you to take them
But me i cannot sleep,
I cannot dream,
My heart is shattered
You are on my mind
F#m D
Once seven colors used to make men blind
F#m Bm
And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire
F#m D F#m Bm
Shattered!
Precise, like sunrise
A child just like any other
Made of the bones of the earth
fragile and deathless
Yes, i'm alright
I'm a church,
And i'm burning down
You are on my mind
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