Morning Story

Intro: A A# C D# A# A (repeat
C D

Dm       F        Bb          B
Running, jumping, pushing its way
Dm       F         Bb          B
Mornings nighttime blends into day
Dm         F        Bb         B   C
Can't find curtains to shut it away

D                                 
We were alone in the hills of the 
Gm     F
night
E                             Am 
Now the neon dawn lets in the 
   G
light
F#                                
And the milkman that nobody knows 
                  Bm    A
leaves bottles of tears
Ab                                
At the house full of laughter 
          C#m   B
nobody ever hears

A
O the grass is burned black
       A#                         
By the ships coming back from the 
C      D#  A# A
stars, golden stars
A
Seas turned to flame
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        A#                    C   
      D# A#
  C G
When we boiled the dream of 
tomorrow, tomorrow

D            Bm   G A
When it gets light
D            Bm     G   A
Some of them always stay
D                Bm   G
She's dressed in white
                         F#m
Till the smoke turns her grey

Dm       F          Bb          B
Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
Dm       F          Bb         B
Mornings nighttime moves into day
Dm         F         Bb       B  C
Can't find warmth to keep it away

D                                
Used to be alone on the waves of 
Gm    F
cloud
E                                  
Now the flotsam dawn brings in the 
Am   G
crowd
F#                                
And the angel who sits in her car 
           Bm   A
/ Full of desire
Ab                                
But the hoses who came from the 
                 C#m  B
town / Put out her fire

      A
O the seas have run dry
        A#                        
And the sun's one good eye is too 
C       D# A# A
blind to see
A
Sky has gone bad
         A#                        
 C       D#  A#
    C G
From the good times we had burning 
bright, such good times

D            Bm   G A
When it gets light
D            Bm     G   A
Some of them always stay
D                Bm   G
She's dressed in white
                         F#m    Dm
Till the smoke turns her grey
   F#m