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AmTwilight on the doorway Em Snapshots from the Afifties Am Chilly wind in Emdark streets Where the Aneon lights and stars Ammeet BeEmhold the golden turtle Adreams StAmain the sheets where mothers Emweep ATears upon the dry boDne Dsus4 D
They wait for Fyou, they wait for Dmme In the Froom where Csilence Amlingers Dm By the Ffire of CMesoAmlithic night Dm By the Ftrail where the Canimals Amdragged him Dm There´sF nothing sheC doesn´Amt seeA
She´sAm keeping count of momentsEm You can breathe and Astill not live Am She really needs to Emneed it AThat is how you feed Amit I Emsometimes hear the choir of Ascreams In Amother worlds where mothers Emgrieve In Awhispered sacred ghosts of Dsleep Dsus4 D
They wait for Fme, they wait for Dmyou By the Fancient Cwell of blue Ammagic Dm Me Fdrinking Cfrom my Ambroken Dmcup F c Am Dm Between these heavy old buildings There´sF nothing sheC doesn´Amt seeD
They wait for Fyou They wait for Ame Am Sooner or Emlater one of us A/C#goes I really Amtried to get close to you Where the Aneon and stars Dmmeet
Solo over Dm F C Am repeat, end on Dm