D5 F5 D5 F5 There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place D5 F5 D5 F5 He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog, saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes D5 F5 Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant D5 F5 Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed D5 F5 No more than a baby feeding swans on the river, holding the hands of his mother C5 G5 F5 C5 G5 And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread F5 C5 G5 F5 And his father on the other side of the world on the ship's railings and some far away tide C5 G5 F5 C5 With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes G5 F5 (N.C.) F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 In his far away eyes F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 The smell of the wax on the wooden floor, mixture of polish and soap F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 No children to fear or to play with, rows of empty hooks for the coats F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 An upright piano and the boys in the choir still remind him of just before he was born F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 Remind him of just before he was breathing, strange misty visions of God F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 Turn the cities into families, into villages of souls F5 C5 Eb5 Bb5 Hovering in the air while they're sleeping, with their houses invisible F5 C5 Eb5 (N.C.) Send to me the ghosts of Christmas, whispering, "You're the only one" Measure 1: e- | ----------------------------- | B- | ----------------------------- | G- | ----------------------------- | D- | -1-3-------1-3-------1-0----- | A- | -------------------------3-1- | E- | -----1-1-1-----1-1-1--------- | 1 1 1 And ever since I was a boy, I never felt that I belonged 1 1 Like everything they did to me was an experiment to see 1 1 How I would cope with the illusion, in which direction would I jump 1 1 Would I do it all the same as the actors in the game Bb5 F5 Or would I spit it back at them and not get caught up in their rules Bb5 F5 And live according to my own and not be used, not be used Eb5 Bb5 To find the fundamental truths, it was gonna take some time Ab5 F#5 Thirty-five summers down the line, the wisdom of each passing year Ab5 F5 Seems to serve only to confuse, seems to serve only to confuse Eb5 Bb5 F5 F#5 Ab5 F5 Eb5 Bb5 Ab5 F#5 Ab5 1 1 1 1 1 1 F5 Eb5 Bb5 F5 F#5 Ab5 (N.C.) F#5 Ab5 G5 C5 D5 F5 G5 C5 D5 F5 Daddycame out of the navy and took us away to his dirty grey home town G5 C5 D5 F5 And he worked down a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around G5 C5 D5 F5 G5 C5 D5 F5 There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his Triumph motor bike G5 C5 D5 F5 G5 C5 D5 And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight G5 C5 D5 F5 From the horizon came home from the Navy to the mine G5 C5 D5 F5 From the horizon to buried alive G5 C5 D5 Took his dream underground F5 G5 C5 D5 F5 Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 C5 F5 G5 And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half-remembered afternoon D5 C5 F5 G5 A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no brain found the boy D5 C5 F5 G5 Decided that his time had come D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 Came down out of the sky, stung him in the face again and again C5 F5 G5 Blue pain, screaming like baptism , intravenous, Jesus D5 C5 F5 G5 Like being chosen from something with no brain, blue pain D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 C5 F5 G5 D5 C5 F5 G5 It's happening again, it's happening again A5 D5 E5 G5 A5 D5 E5 G5 A5 D5 E5 G5 D5 A5 G5 F5 A5 F5 A5 E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me? E5 C5 D5 Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory? E5 C5 D5 Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, Table Mountain, flying fish E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Banana spiders, pots of paint and the sun on the Equator E5 C5 D5 Setting like an ember thrown to deep water E5 C5 D5 From crimson to black E5 C5 D5 But coming back tomorrow E5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 C5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 C5 D5 On the horizon E5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 C5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 The blue pain fades to a point where it doesn't fade E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 It stayed blue E5 C5 D5 E5 C5 D5 And stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine E5 C5 D5 E5 A5 G5 D5 This love, this love, this love E5 A5 G5 D5 This inconvenient, blind blood-diamond, this puzzle E5 A5 G5 D5 E5 This love, this blind blood-diamond, this puzzle, I don't understand A5 G5 D5 E5 A5 G5 That knows no faith and tries and fails and tries again D5 E5 A5 G5 D5 E5 Stares at the sea, the night's dark deep for one last time A5 G5 D5 E5 And bleeds and bleeds and dies for you A5 G5 D5 E5 A5 And lies and is to blame and is ashamed G5 D5 E5 And is not the same and is true A5 G5 D5 E5 A5 G5 D5 E5 Is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true
