(Verse)
[A]I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
[C]when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
[Eb]Shimmering rain came down in sheets
and then [D]glittered like glass on the empty streets.
I could [A]see your face in the wind
I could hear the [C]orchestral storm begin to sing:
'It's the [Eb]end, it's the goddamn end!
Come on, baby, [D]light that, light that fire!'
(Chorus)
It's a [A]matter of simple deduction.
It's a [C]matter of complete control.
You can hold [Eb]hands with the man in the tower,
but you just [D]can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
(Verse)
[A]So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
Not a [C]soul for miles, on my own two feet.
[Eb]Glittering glass, piles of trash,
[D]stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
I could [A]see your face in the air,
I could [C]taste your skin on my lips.
But [Eb]this is the end, this is the end!
Come on, baby, [D]light that, light that fire!
(Chorus)
It's a [A]matter of simple deduction.
It's a [C]matter of complete control.
You can hold [Eb]hands with the man in the tower,
but you just [D]can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
(Instrumental)
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
[A]I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town
[C]when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
[Eb]Shimmering rain came down in sheets
and then [D]glittered like glass on the empty streets.
I could [A]see your face in the wind
I could hear the [C]orchestral storm begin to sing:
'It's the [Eb]end, it's the goddamn end!
Come on, baby, [D]light that, light that fire!'
(Chorus)
It's a [A]matter of simple deduction.
It's a [C]matter of complete control.
You can hold [Eb]hands with the man in the tower,
but you just [D]can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
(Verse)
[A]So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
Not a [C]soul for miles, on my own two feet.
[Eb]Glittering glass, piles of trash,
[D]stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
I could [A]see your face in the air,
I could [C]taste your skin on my lips.
But [Eb]this is the end, this is the end!
Come on, baby, [D]light that, light that fire!
(Chorus)
It's a [A]matter of simple deduction.
It's a [C]matter of complete control.
You can hold [Eb]hands with the man in the tower,
but you just [D]can't guarantee a place for your soul.
(x2)
(Instrumental)
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A
