B5 E5 (x4)
B5
Is it my imagination
E5
Or is that a cardboard sky?
B5
Is it just a situation
E5
that made me lose my mind?

        Ab5             Eb5
I don't need you to be sorry
         E5            C#5
I just wanted you to know

B5                            C#5
That this is one hit to the body
Ab5              E5
One hit to the soul
B5                    C#5
It's one hit to the body
Ab5              B5
That won't show

It's a million constellations
up in the make-believe sky
And a million dead-end situations
you could leave behind
And the lights and the lorries
will show you which way to go

And this is one hit to the body
It's one hit to the soul
It's one hit to the body
That won't show

 F#5         B5          A5              B5          
It's something in the air that you breathe
 F#5         B5           D5             
It's something in the books that you read
 F#5         B5           A5             B5
It's something in the things that you do
  B5                 D5               C#5
It's something in the words that you use

Cos the lights and the lorries
Will show you where you want to go

And this is one hit to the body
It's one hit to the soul
It's one hit to the body
That won't show
       Ab5            Eb5       
Well I don't really need anybody
       E5              C#5
I just wanted you to know

That this is one hit to the body
That won't show
That won't show