D    A     D     A
They're waiting to hate you
    D      A       E
So give them an excuse
[this repeats for all verses]
 
G               D     
Hats off to my distant hope
A
I'm held back by a velvet rope
G                    D               A        
And he's behind the wall the smoke machine has made between us
G                        D                                        A
And if he does exist, if camera clicking, green room guests swirl round the 
                             G
man whose real life can be touched
G
Then I will do just that much
[this repeats for the next stanza]