[Intro] E  E5+  E  E5+

              E               E5+
Well we were kissing, it was secret
              A               B
We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen
          E                  E5+
Both well aware that there'd be trouble
        A              B
If the manager should find us
             A                B                 C#m
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
        F#m               A       C#m  B
You can carry much more than I can

      F#m               B
And a wicked gale came howling up through
  E       G#m  C#m
Sheffield city centre
          F#m               B                E    G#m    C#m
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a roman colosseum
      F#m               C#m  B          E  E5+  E  E5+
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams

          E              E5+
I'm in a building and I notice
          A                B
That I'm surrounded by the ocean
         E                E5+
I get a feeling, I start running
              A             B
Don't really know why I am running
                A             B
I never really know why I am running
           C#m
'Til I get caught
        F#m            A             C#m  B
Want to wake up to my dream report?

        F#m               B
And the snow was falling thick and fast
         E       G#m     C#m
We were bombing down Los Feliz
       F#m             B
It was you and me and Miles Kane
          E     G#m           C#m
And some kid I went to school with
         F#m          C#m  B
Isn't it ugly when I talk about my

A                              G#
Visions of the past and possible future
                             C#m
Shoot through my mind and I can't let go
C             B          F#m
Inseparable opposing images
                         Am
When can you come back again?

( E  A  B )

      F#m               B
And a wicked gale came howling up through
  E       G#m   C#m
Sheffield city centre
          F#m              B                 E     G#m  C#m
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a roman colosseum
         F#m         C#m   B       C#m   F#m
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams
            A              B               E  E5+  E  E5+  E
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams