Scott Walker - The bridge

^AmI've watched her from the ^Griver banks ^DmI knew her when she ^Emdanced with dreams ^A#White doves were there t^Amo dress her hair ^A#And so was Madela^Eine ^AmAt night the people's ^Gfaces danced ^DmLike pearls colliding ^Emon the breast ^A#Of fat Marie whose t^Amhunder laugh ^EWas just a thread from ^Amcrying

^FHer sailors stained her ^Ccobblestones With ^Fwine and ^Empiss and ^Fdeath d^Gesire A^Fnd sometimes blood for ^CMadelaine ^A#Whose laughter was the ^Enight ^AHer girls would lift their ^Gdresses high and ^Dbreathe the ^Cstars and ^Dkiss the s^Cky ^AShe'd smother them with ^Gwhispers then ^FEmbrace them with her^E sighs

^AmBefore the bottle ^Gdulled my eyes ^DmAnd made me so I ^Emcouldn't stand ^A#I'd overact and ^Amplay the clown ^EWhen Madelaine would ^Amcry

^FAnd now I watch from ^Criverbanks ^FI watch it ^Emweave it's ^Fmemorie^Gs ^FWhite doves turned gray and ^Cflew away ^EAnd so did Madela^Amine