Soapbox

D                C            D 
False praise: as good as rope to
                 C             D
 wide-eyed youth tortured with hope
            C                  Bm 
And all the ghosts that came 
                 C            
before all signed the walls of 
   D
toilet tours
              C                 
The inkwell’s dry; the stairwell 
 D
bleeds
              C                 D
Your restless hand’s so hard to read
            C               Bm 
So let’s arrange a midnight meet 
                 C               
with a howling wolf and five punk 
  D        C  D   C
beasts

[Verse 2]
D          C                 D
We are all lonely; we’re all strange
            C               D     
I’m half in love and half deranged
          C               Bm      
 for everything I’ve ever thought 
      C          D
has already been thought…
      C               D      
Piano players paid in tips, at 
           C                    D
downtown bars they’re turning tricks
  C                     Bm
A smile hid behind your lips
         C                    D   
The city slang still makes me 
  C     D     C
sick, sick, sick, sick

[Chorus]
G    A                           
       We found heaven in a 
     D
blinking eye
C  D  C  D  C  D  C

[Verse 2]
    D               C          
The long dole queue down Denmark 
    D            C               D
Street.’s an irony not lost on me
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             C            Bm      
I’ll wear my fancy suit today just
    C          D
 to claim my JSA
            C                    
I’ll be the hand that stills your 
  D
wrist
         C                     D  
Fresh lipstick, lost without a 
              C            Bm
kiss all painted Pepto-Bismol pink
                C
You said I’d be fine… you’re a liar…

[Chorus]
G    A                           
       We found heaven in a 
     D     C   D    C   D   C    A
blinking eye
G    A
       We found heaven in a blinking
 eye

D  C  Bm  C  6X

[Bridge]
D            C            
 And now our future sure looks 
Bm        C
bleak.
D             C              Bm 
 Love’s not bespoke so let’s not
      C
 speak
D             C      Bm         
 I’m tired of waiting for my 
      C
luck to change
D                C               
 We’re still all lonely, we’re 
    Bm           C
still all strange
D             C              Bm 
 And you once said that all 
       C
youth dies
D               C             Bm
 That all youth dies with its 
        C
hands tied
D                C         Bm   
 You kick in the front door as I
          C
 pick the lock

[Chorus]
D             C                
 Young love’s screaming from a 
Bm     C
soapbox
     G
Young love’s screaming
           D
from a soapbox

           C           G
Young love’s screaming    11x
           D
from a soapbox

           C    G           
Young love’s screaming from a 
      A
soapbox

[Otro]
G   A                             
     We found heaven in a blinking 
 G
eye
A                              G
  We found heaven in a blinking eye
A                               G
  We found heaven in a blinking eye
                              A
We found heaven in a blinking eye
                              D
We found heaven in a blinking eye