C
High rise, veins of the avenue
C                                    Am
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue.
Am                               F
Everywhere balanced there like a rainbow above you.
C
Street lights glisten on the boulevard.
C                                     Am
And cold nights make staying alert so hard.
Am                                                        F
For heaven?s sake, keep me awake so I won?t be caught off guard.
F                                                Dm
Clearly I am a passerby but I?ll find a place to stay.
Dm                                  C
Dear pacific day, won?t you take me away?

C
Small town hearts of the New Year
C                               Am
Brought down by gravity crystal clear.
Am                                          C
City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier.
C
Make hast, I feel your heartbeat
C                                     Am
With new taste for speed, out on the street.
Am                                                      F
Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet.
F                                                             Dm
The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow.
Dm                                                C
The feeling of letting go, I guess we?ll never know.
C
Cheer up and dry your damp eyes
Am
And tell me then it rains
F
And I?ll blend up that rainbow above you
G
And shoot it through your veins.

Refr?o:
C
Cause your heart has a lack of color.
Am
And we should?ve known
F
That we?d grow up sooner or later
G                                 C
Cause we wasted all our free time alone.

Parada: C  Am  C  Am

C
Your nerves gather with the altitude
C                          Am
Exhale the stress so you don?t come unglued.
Am
Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood.
C
Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
C                        Am
The high tide could take me so far away.
Am                              F
VCRs and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
F                                          Dm
A popular gauge will measure the range of the new Post-Modern Age.
Dm                                                                     C
Cause somewhere along the line all the decades align.

Ponte:
C
We were the crashing whitecaps.
Am
On the ocean (on the ocean).
Dm                        C     Bb
What a lovely seaside holiday, away.
F                              Am
A palm tree in Christmas lights.
Am
My emotion.
F                        Dm
Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone.
Dm                    C
As we spent the day alone.

Parada: C  Am  Dm  F

Repete Refr?o: C  Am  C  Am  F  F  C