Tamino - Indigo night

^EbmImagine, the ^Bbgirls around town a^Bbmssemble The traveler’s son they come ^Bbaskin’ Where ^Abmhe came from ‘^EbmCause they’ve watched him Washing his face near the ^Dbpond A curious boy and they ^Bbmwonder ^AbmWhere he came from

He says: “^EbmI, I have ^Dbseen the ^Db7world’s most beautiful ^Bb7places Still ^AbmI feel, as If I’m a walking ^Ebmmachine Watching it all through a ^Dbscreen There is nothing in ^Bbbetween to^Abm me This might as well not be real”

^EbmOh oh oh oh^Abm oh ^Dbno hm hm hm ^Bboh oh oh ^Abmoh hm hm hm hm [Verse 3] ^EbmImagine, the girls take him up on a ^Bbmhill It’s an ^BbIndigo night, there’s a chill ^AbmThe boy is confused but he’s ^Ebmstill As they gather ^Bbaround him So many of them, they al^Bbml sing About the pleasures of life

And ^Ebmhe cries: "Why can’t ^DbI sing along with some ^Bbfeeling, or some ^Abmmeaning? It feels like I’ve always been ^Ebmblind. I don’t know why you girls are so ^Dbkind For there are so many in ^Bbline Whose ^Abmlives aren’t as lost as ^Ebmmine”

^EbmOh oh oh oh^Abm oh ^Dbno hm hm hm ^Bboh oh oh ^Abmoh hm hm hm hm [Outro] ^EbmNow something happened ^Dbthere The smell of the grass, or maybe the ^Bbair There was ^Abmno more despair ^EbmJust something about that ^Dbnight Maybe the girls, they lit some ^Bblight ^AbmAnd made everything right ‘Cause ^Bhe’s never been ^BbMor^Gme a^Ebmlive