E9 B7 | E9 B5
E7 B5 | E9 B7
Verse 1:
F#m C#m
In the grip of a winter came love and greed
E B
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
F#m C#m
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
E B
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
Hook 1:
F#m C#m E
I was alone at the front line
F#m C#m E
The message I was told was to triumph
E
At the joy of a lifetime
Chorus:
F#m
I just can’t think of England
C#m
I can’t see the picture
E B
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
F#m
I just can’t think of England
C#m
I can’t see the picture
E B
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
Verse 2:
F#m C#m
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
E B
I bought the peace before believing the threats
F#m C#m
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets
E B
But the boys in stories just repeat themselves
In a fucked up mess
Hook 2:
F#m C#m E
I was alone for the first time
F#m C#m E
The message I was told was to triumph
E
At the joy of a lifetime
Chorus:
F#m
I just can’t think of England
C#m
I can’t see the picture
E B
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
F#m
I just can’t think of England
C#m
I can’t see the picture
E B
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
Outro: E9 B7 | E9 B5
E7 B5 | E9 B7
