A flames cross the are get street ting high er

the riv er in runs.

fi gy.

(C)Burn Down ing in the gut ter life is (Am7)mem slip o ping ry.

a way.

Let me still still be ex a ist live

in some an where oth er some place, where they’re (F)run ning un der cov deer er a hun dred of steel a (G7sus)he li cop ter blade.

The flames cross the are get street ting high er

the riv er in ef fi gy.

(C)Burn Down ing down the bridg es of my (Am7)mem slip o ping ry.

a way.

Love may still still be ex a ist live

in some an where oth er some day where they’re (F)down ing on der ly deer er a hun dred of steel a (G7sus)he li cop ter blade.

towns a way.

Oh, the (C)rhy thm of my heart is (F)beat ing like a drum with the (C)words “I love you” roll ing off my (G7sus)tongue.

No, (C)nev er will I roam, for I (F)know my place is home.

Where the (C)o cean meets the sky, I’ll be (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

Pho to graphs

and ker o sene

(C)light up my dark ness, light it (Am7)up, light it up.

I can (C)still feel the touch

of your (Am7)thin blue jeans.

(F)Run ning down the al ley, I’ve got my eyes all o ver you, ba by.

Oh, ba by.

Oh, the

I’ll be (C)sail

ing.

Oh, (C)yeah.

Oh, (C)I’ve got light ning in my (C)veins,

(Am7)shift ing like the han dle of a slot ma chine.

(F)Love may still ex ist

in an oth er place.

I’m just yank ing back the han dle, no ex (F)pres sion on my face.

Oh, the (C)rhy thm of my heart is (F)beat ing like a drum with the (C)words “I love you” roll ing off my (G7sus)tongue.

Oh, (C)nev er will I roam, for I (F)know my place is home.

Where the (C)o cean meets the sky, I’ll be (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

Oh, the (C)rhy thm of my heart is (F)beat ing like a drum with the (C)words “I love you” roll ing off my (G7sus)tongue.

Oh, (C)nev er will I roam, for I (F)know my place is home.

Where the (C)o cean meets the sky, I’ll be (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

Oh, the (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

The (C)rhy thm of my heart is (F)beat ing like a drum with the (C)words “I love you” roll ing off my (G7sus)tongue.

Oh, (C)nev er will I roam, for I (F)know my place is home.

Where the (C)o cean meets the sky, I’ll be (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

Oh, the (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

The (G7sus)sail

(C)ing.

Ooh.