Peter Hammill - Time heals

Thinking ^Amback, it seems that^Dm I can lie beside^Am you like I never truly ^Gdid In ^Fafterglow - ^Gno ^Amafterwords at all. ^AmOnly writing ^F/Alove ^Amsongs ^F/Awhen i^Amt's g^Gone and dead ^Fonly paying w^Dm/Aords ou^Ft, str^Dm/Aings of ha^Flf-f^Emorgotten sentiment. ^FI ^Emmean... ^EmIme^Fant... F E F E F B F E F E F B (single notes over an E bass) I never really quite could say the way it was.

The ^Amfirst time that we met I thought 'I ^Fbet that she's the one" but I was ^Esus4talking to myself than, as ^E7alw^Eays. As ^Amtime went by our steps entwined, un^Fwritten lines grew taut, and I ^Esus4tried to find a way to make it a^E7ll ^Esafe. I^Amnto the play - w^Ghat a production! I^Fnto the days and e^Ever more suction You ^Amhold me close, ^Ghold me farther a^Fway from yourself - I make me a m^Eartyr, for ^Ampain and ^Glove go ^Fhand in ^Ehand...

And h^Amand in hand go you and my friend, you ^Fare his and I am yours and ^Esus4I just cannot e^E7vade ^Eyou. My d^Amays are dream, my nights unseemly, s^Ftolen moments all I live for, but ^Esus4theft is no way to per^E7suade ^Eyou to ^Amcome with me, le^Gave him behind you, my h^Furtful eyes try to r^Eemind you, it's^Am all I can do to ^Gkeep on screaming 'I l^Fove you, I love you!' - I wish I were d^Ereaming, but the ^Emsteps we ^Dtake all ^Cleave ^Bfootprints.

^DSoo^G/Dner ^Dor ^G/Dlate^Dr ^Dthe ^G/Dwhole ^Dthing ^G/Dwill ^Dbe ^Dblown ^AYou ^D/Awill ^Aleave ^D/Ahim ^Aor ^AI'll ^D/Abe l^Aeft ^D/Ahere, ^Aal^Aone. ^DEi^G/Dther ^Dway ^G/Dsome^Done ^Dlo^G/Dses ^Dsome^G/Done ^GI ^C/Ddon't ^Gmind ^C/Gthat, ^GI ^Gjust ^C/Gwould ^Gquite ^G/Glike ^Gto ^Aknow who we love the most, but I guess that's our^Aselves.

The ^Amdays are strange, at night we're stange^Frs, lie in bed and lie inside our ^Esus4heads, we come no closer than as d^E7anc^Eers. Your e^Amyes are change, your presence danger, w^Fon't look me in the eye and yet you^Esus4 kiss, and make up the a^E7nsw^Eer to all the ^Amquestions that lie unan^Gswered, unreasoned, d^Feath in the sky, de^Eath in the season, if ^Amyou leave me now, it m^Gight nearly kill me R^Femember me? Remember we t^Ehree? ^EmIt all s^Deemed ^Cso important at th^Be time ^EmWe came so c^Dlose to w^Crecking all our l^Bives ^EmAnd now it's a^Dll just s^Cong li^Bnes... ^EmTime heal^Ds,^{C B Em}Time heal^Ds.^C..^{B Em}oh, but I s^Dtill ^Cbear the ^Bweals...

Thinking ^Amback, it seems that^Dm I can lie beside^Am you as I never ^Gtruly did In ^Fafterglow - ^Gno ^Amafterwords at all. ^AmOnly writing ^F/Alove ^Amsongs ^F/Awhen i^Amt's g^Gone and dead ^Fonly paying w^Dm/Aords ou^Ft, str^Dm/Aings of ha^Flf-f^Emorgotten sentiment. ^FI ^Emmean... ^EmIme^Fant... ^FI ^Ene^Fver ^Ereal^Fly ^Bquite ^Fcould ^Esay ^Fthe ^Eway ^Fit ^Bwas.