The Start Of Something

A C#m this time of night i could call you up Bm D i’d get angry with athletic ease , break common laws in twos and threes A E and if i die clutching your photograph Bm D don’t call me boring , it’s just ’cause i like you . A C#m oh , take me on back , take me on back and take me back Bm to the place where i could feel your heart D is this the end or just the start of A E something really , really beautiful Bm D wrapped up and disguised as something really , really ugly? F#m won’t you . . . A C#m F#m come by and see me , i’m a love letter away D A C#m i’d break your name before i’d say , "i really love you , love you . " D A C#m F#m no , i don’t care if you saw , i watched every inch of film D A flash across your roman features , C#m F#m and i loved it , loved it . no , i don’t care if A C#m you think i’m eager to shut your eyes , well Bm D i’m sorry; everybody knows you can’t break me with your gutter prose A E would you believe it , she sent me a letter , Bm D the ring , it nearly weighs her down , she’s got another boy , oh boy . A C#m steady your ears , steady your ears and read my lips Bm D poetry is not a luxury; it’s how i’ll break this home A E and when i’m really ill , won’t you cradle me? Bm D man is not a noble animal , but maybe woman is remember , F#m i heard you . . . A C#m F#m inside your room , you said , "youve never really lived D A C#m until your backs against the wall . oh , did you really mean it? D A C#m F#m i never break my gaze , if just to see the stars remain reflected in your eyes C#m i think it’s time to go home instrumental : use same progression as Verse : A C#m Bm A E Bm D A C#m oh , tell me your thoughts , tell me your thoughts on liberty . Bm D see there’s a place where i sink to sleeping A E she said oh , my vote is as red as my blood Bm D will you join me for another round? i haven’t had the chance to speak yet . F#m god speed . . . A C#m F#m i break the law once every week to feel your touch , D A C#m what’s a book to you in bed , do you feel better , older? D A C#m F#m this just makes me ill; your name is dripping from my pen D A still you’re not around to curse , C#m F#m i’ll drop the gun now; i’m still under you . . . instrumental : F#m D repeated A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight A F#m marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past away .