Heathaze

     Bm  /  C#7  /  Bm  /  Em7  /

          B        E
     No cloud, a sleepy calm
      A                     F#m   
     Sunbaked earth that's cooled 
           G#m       B
by gentle breeze, and trees
  F#m                B          
     With rustling leaves, only 
Bm               C#7
endless days without a care
   Bm                 Em7
     Nothing must be done

      B            E
     Silent, as a day can be
      A                F#m     
     Far off sounds of others on 
   G#m          B
their chosen run
  F#m         B              Bm  
     As they do, all those things
                  C#7
 they feel give a life some meaning
   Bm                 Em7
     Even if they're dull

           D               
     It's time to stop this 
      Am           D             Am
dreaming, must rejoin the real world
     D              Am            
     As revealed by orange lights 
        D         Am
and a smoky atmosphere

     C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /

  B  /  F#  /

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          Ebm              B      
     The trees and I are shaken 
      Bbm                 C#
by, the same winds but whereas
           B                  
     The trees will lose their 
    Ebm
withered leaves
       Bbm                    G#m
     I just can't seem to let them 
loose
  Ebm                   B     
     And they can't refresh me, 
        Bbm               C#
those hot winds of the south
    B                  C#     
     Oh I feel like an alien, a 
     B           C#
stranger in an alien place

    B                  E          
     Now the light is fading fast,
A              F#m
 chances slip away
                 G#m         B  
     A time will come to pass,  
F#m                  B
   when there'll be none
             Bm         C#7    
     Then addicted to a perfumed 
              Bm                Em7
poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

        D                     Am  
     Oh we shall lose the wonder 
         D            Am
and find nothing in return
      D            Am             
     Many are the substitutes but 
         D                 Am
they're powerless on their own

     C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /

  B  /  F#  /

  Ebm            B              
     Beware the fisherman who's 
Bbm              C#
casting out his line
    B                  Ebm
     Into a dried up river bed
    B          Bbm                
     But don't try to tell him cos
    G#m
 he won't believe you
  Ebm                         B   
     Throw some bread to the ducks
               Bbm          C#
 instead, it's easier that way
    B               Ebm    
     I feel like an alien, a 
    Bbm          G#m
stranger in an alien place

  Ebm                      B      
     The trees and I are shaken 
      Bbm                 C#
by, the same winds but whereas
           B                  
     The trees will lose their 
    Ebm
withered leaves
       Bbm                    G#m
     I just can't seem to let them 
loose
  Ebm                   B     
     And they can't refresh me, 
        Bbm               C#
those hot winds of the south
    B               Ebm    
     I feel like an alien, a 
    Bbm          G#m
stranger in an alien place

      Ebm  /  B  /  Bbm  /  C#  /  
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