The Clientele - When shes tired of dancing

^F7sus4When she's tired of dancing, she will ^D#7sus4fall into a trance, and breathe so ^F7sus4low. Turning to the shoes she has discarded,^D#7sus4 she will leave the dancing ^F7sus4floor.

^F7sus4Eeeeeeeevery^D#7sus4thing returns again, the rain and the night are in her ^F7sus4eyes. ^F7sus4Aaaaaaaaand ^D#7sus4in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, ^F7sus4cold as though^F#

^F7sus4And on sunday I awake, and ^D#7sus4walk into a room without a ^F7sus4sound, There's a strake upon my eyes and ^D#7sus4I can hear the rain come falling down.

^F7sus4Eeeeeeeevery^D#7sus4thing returns again, the rain and the night are in her ^F7sus4eyes. ^F7sus4Aaaaaaaaand ^D#7sus4in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, ^F7sus4cold as though^F#