Robin Gibb - Irons in the fire

^BbCold my hairs grey ^D#and I watch another day ^C7Passing by the arcade of my ^Fage. ^BbSo I'm older, ^D#not a hand or shoulder, ^C7Tapestries of you fall into ^Fyou.^{Bb F G}

^CIrons in the ^Ffire but my ^Fmflames aren’t getting’ ^Chigher. ^Cmaj7Seems I'm just a ^Amhopeless case with^Fout you With^Bbout y^Four face I'm^G an em^Ampty place. With^Bbout y^Four voice I'^Gm a helpl^Cess choice.

^BbWhy am I still alive? ^D#When you're not there I can't survive ^C7Gently on the hole you stole^F my soul. ^BbStill I will cry fo^D#r the night you said goodbye, ^C7And every tear you clearly s^Fay y^Bbour ^Fnam^Ge.

^CIrons in the ^Ffire but my ^Fmflames aren’t getting’ ^Chigher. ^Cmaj7Seems I'm just a ^Amhopeless case with^Fout you With^Bbout y^Four face I'm^G an em^Ampty place. With^Bbout y^Four voice I'^Gm a helpl^Cess choice.