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