Intro: D, A, EmDAEm
Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street
F#mEm
Bumping into backpackers and struggling with the parameters
BmA
and the basic construction of my feet
DAEm
Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete
F#mEm
Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis and
BmA
backseats and drunk Swedes and half-Greeks
GBmA
Shut up, no, you shut up!
F#mG
What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup!
GBmA
Every time I hear you say "Fuck it"
F#mG
I would remind you of the photo in your pocket
GBmA
How long it's been there, two years, I bet
F#mG
have a sniff, it probably smells like a cigarette
GBmA
When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?
F#m
And more importantly, who did you smoke it with?
DAEm
Having an argument with myself down Victoria Street
F#mEm
Passing the market now, the windows in neon
BmA
illuminating my path to defeat
DAEm
Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet
F#mEm
Your heavy breathing scaring the wind
BmA
So rich on Summer and so sweet
GBmA
Fuck you, no, you fuck you!
F#mG
You didn't come here for nothing, did you?
GBmA
I know that's what you've been saying lately
F#mG
But let me draw attention to exhibit B
GBmA
A honeysuckle in a plastic envelope
F#mG
and put the flower underneath a microscope
GBmA
See what's written on the petals
F#mG
Look closer, that's her initials
(This part I haven't figured out yet, please let me know if you do.)
And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street
Where it's reggae night tonight
And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit
I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket
See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home
...No
Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out?
Can we just talk about this, please?
Nah, I don't wanna talk to you
OK, you wanna keep fighting?
Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting
Alright, fair enough
1, 2, 3, here we go!
DAEm
Having an argument with myself down Queensbury Street
F#mEm
The lonely light from the town hall clock tower
BmA
Chime of the bells striking
1, 2, 3
DAEm
And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memory
F#mEm
The way her shadow used to walk by your side
BmA
In a different time, in a different city
GBmA
Oh please, no you oh please!
F#mG
I wanna see you drop down on your knees
GBmA
I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"
F#mG
Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?
GBmA
History repeats itself twice, said Marx
F#mG
First as tragedy, then as farce
GBmA
But where did I find its source,
F#mDAEm
To make history of a love, a love like ours?
DAEm
A love like ours