• Song:

    The Match

  • Artist:

    Joey Tempest

  • Album:

    Azalea Place

Am                                    Em
  There´s a room where she kept all her dolls
                               G
They covered the floor and the walls
                       Dm
And she talked to them there

Am                             Em
  By the pool she would always attract
                                   G
All the guys who were out on their backs
               Dm
With her towel rapped
            F
Now did she know
                                Am
That she caught all the eyes in town
                      Em      F
Watching her walking around

C                                          G
  She was the match that would strike up a light
                                Dm
And the day that said hi to the night
                       F
And she was bowling me down
                 C
And I was praying
                              G
As I struggled to stand on my feet
                                    Dm
I walked tall with her there on the street
                      F
But as the earth spun around
A(no3) Bb (no3) G(no3) x2 (as intro)
Hope was fading

Am                                     Em
  There was a room where I kept all my things
                         G
Baseball caps fraternity rings
                Dm
And I played my guitar
F                                   Am
  With her picture pinned up on the wall
                               Em     F
I stood there to see where I´d fall

C                                          G
  She was the match that would strike up a light
                                Dm
And the day that said hi to the night
                       F
And she was bowling me down
                 C
And I was praying
                              G
As I struggled to stand on my feet
                                    Dm
I walked tall with her there on the street
                      F
But as the earth spun around
A(no3) Bb (no3) G(no3) x2 (as intro)
Hope was fading

C                                      G
  In our rooms there are thoughts that divide
                                 Dm
All those feelings that harbored inside
                 F                         C
Am I sinking too deep with what I´m saying
                                    G
All the words they got caught in my head
                              Dm
Had no order in how they were said
               F                   C
Am I really a creep, hope is fading
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