Sarah Brightman - Away from you

^Cdim7Away fr^Com you Th^Dm7ere is^G no music, The^C7re is no ^Fsunlight, Th^Dme w^Gorld is^Cmaj9 gray. ^Cdim7Away fr^Com you Th^Dm7e cloc^Gks are frozen, And^C7 time's a^F traveller ^Dm7Who's ^G7lost his^C way.

The^F people I meet Migh^Gmt as well be statues, The^Bb words we exchange Might as ^Cwell be Greek. The ^Froom that I'm in May be br^G7ight^Em and cheerful But^Am to me ^Dit's dim and ^Gbleak.

^Cdim7I'm hal^Cf alive ^Dm7Until ^Gthe moment The^C7 door swi^Fngs open ^DmAnd^G you wa^Cmaj9lk through. No^Fw my world starts to glow Lik^Ge a stained-glass window And ^Amwhat was old and cold Is ^Gwarm and new. A^Cdim7nd so y^Cou see Why^F I ^Gcan ^Amnever be Awa^Dy f^From ^Gyou. ^C

^Cdim7Away fr^Com you ^Dm7The wo^Grld is lifeless ^C7As though^F creation ^DmHas^G gone a^Cmaj9wry. ^Cdim7The tre^Ces are bare, ^Dm7There ^Gare no flowers, ^C7The field^Fs are thirsty, ^Dm7The st^G7reams ar^Ce dry.

We ^Flive, you and I, F^Gmor a breath of sunlight, So brie^Bbf an escape From a^C world of gray. Our^F moments of warmth Have been touch and ^G7go, love^Em, But^Am tonight, we'll to^Duch and st^Gay.

^FThe people I meet ^GmMight as well be statues, The wor^Bbds we exchange Might ^Cas well be Greek. The^F room that I'm in ^G7May be b^Emright and cheerful But^Am to me it's dim an^Dd bleak. ^G

^Cdim7I'm hal^Cf alive ^Dm7Until ^Gthe moment ^C7The door ^Fswings open ^DmAnd^G you wa^Cmaj9lk through. Now^F my soul is afloat On^G a wave of music That I ^Amcould feel such joy I n^Gever knew. ^Cdim7And so ^Cyou see Why^F I c^Gan ne^Amver be Awa^Dy fro^Fm you^G. ^C