C#
Fm
It was back amongst the living
A#m
Your smile was giving
F#
Me a thrill
C#
Enough to come so close
Fm
To closing the deal
The steal of the century
A#m
G# century stolen from our hearts
F#
To a house on the hill
G#
But if that is what it takes
F#
If that is what it takes
G# F#
If that is what it takes
C#
To be a stone
Fm
G# stone's throw from your throne
A#m
No man has ever hung
F#
From the rafters of a second home
C#
No man has ever hung
Fm
From the rafters of a second home
A#m
F#
C#
It's true
Fm
I needed you more
A#m
Back when I was poor
F#
The wealthy dowager, the patroness
She guessed it
The answer wasn't yes
C#
But her maxims were fine
Fm
The ethos that flew about her mind
A#m
Like swallows in search
F#
Of a burnt-down bell tower church
G#
But if that is what it takes
F#
If that is what it takes
G# F#
If that is what it takes
C#
To be a stone
Fm
G# stone's throw from your throne
A#m
No man has ever hung
F#
At the temporary age of twenty-four
(With) both feet on the floor
C# Fm
Listening to the bona fide stasis of sound
The eaves dripping
A#m F#
Yesterday's ill-timed August rain
C# Fm
If there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain
A#m
F#
C# Fm A#m F# (x2)
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