Stevie Nicks - Rooms on fire

^FSomewhere out in the ^Gback of your mind. ^Am. . . . .^Dm . (Somewhere) Comes your ^Freal life and the ^Glife that you ^Amknow ^Dm It seems like ^Fit was the ^Gcreation of ^Amsome of those ^Dmsame old things It seemed to be the ^Fonly. . . ^Gthing left ^Amout in the ^Dmlight ^Am She had trusted many. ^F. . But been unfamiliar ^Cwith Almost everyone but ^Gyou. . .

Well, ^Cmaybe ^Dm7I'm just ^Fthinking that the ^Grooms are all on ^Gfire, ^FEvery ^Gtime that ^Fyou walk ^Cin the ^Amroom Well, there is ^Cmagic ^Dmall a^Fround you, if I ^Gdo say so my^Gself I have ^Fknown ^Gthis much ^Flonger ^Gthan I've known ^Amyou. ^{Am Am Am}

^F She had ^Gtrusted many.^Am . . and ^Dmthen there would be Some^Fone who would enter ^Ginto her pre^Amsence ^Dm That she could ^Fsense for miles. ^G. . she ^Amdreamed of her wanton ^Dmluxury And she ^Flaughed and she cried. ^G. . and she tried to taunt ^Amhim ^{Dm Am} And he hated. ^F. . to be separated. ^C. . From that picture. . . ^GNo. . .

Well, ^Cmaybe ^DmI'm just ^Fthinking that the ^Grooms are all on ^Gfire, ^FEvery ^Gtime that ^Fyou walk ^Cin the ^Amroom Well, there is ^Cmagic ^Dmall a^Fround you, if I ^Gdo say so my^Gself. . . I have ^Fknown ^Gthis much ^Flonger ^Gthan I've known ^Amyou.

^FLong ^Gnets of ^Fwhite ^Gcloud ^Ammy memory. . . ^FLong ^Gnets of ^Fwhite ^Gcloud ^Ammy memory.^F . .^{G F G F}Ooh. . . ^Gthere is ^Fmagic. . . ^Gall a^Fround ^Gyou. . . ^FEvery ^Gtime you ^Fwalk ^Gin the ^Froom. ^G. .

Well, ^Cmaybe ^DmI'm just ^Fthinking that the ^Grooms are all on ^Gfire, ^FEvery ^CGime that ^Fyou walk ^Cin the ^Amroom Well, there is ^Cmagic ^Dmall a^Fround you, if I ^Gdo say so my^Gself I have ^Fknown ^Gthis much ^Flonger ^Gthan I've known ^Amyou.

Well, ^Cmaybe ^DmI'm just ^Fthinking that the ^Grooms are all on ^Gfire, ^FEvery ^Gtime that ^Fyou walk ^Cin the ^Amroom Well, there is ^Cmagic ^Dmall a^Fround you, if I ^Gdo say so my^Gself I have ^Fknown ^Gthis much ^Flonger ^Gthan I've known ^Amyou.