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