Thom Yorke - Suspirium

^C#mThis is a ^F#waltz thinking ^Aabout our ^C#mbodies ^Badd9What they ^F#mean ^Afor our sal- ^C#vation

^C#mWith only the ^F#clothes that ^Awe stand ^C#mup in ^Badd9Just the ^F#ground ^Aon which we ^C#stand

^C#mIs the ^F#darkness ^Aours to ^C#mtake? ^Badd9Bathed in ^F#lightness, ^Abathed in ^C#heat

All is ^G#mwell, as ^Along as ^G#mwe keep ^F#mspinning^C#m Here and^G#m now, ^Adancing ^G#mbehind a^F#m wall ^C#m

When the^G#m old songs and ^Alaughter^G#m we ^F#mdo ^C#m Are forg^G#miven ^Aalways and ^G#mnever been ^F#mtrue ^{C#m C#}

^C#mWhen I ar- ^F#rive, will ^Ayou come and ^C#mfind me? ^Badd9Or in a ^F#crowd, ^Abe one of ^C#them?

^C#mWore the ^F#wrong sign ^Aback be-^C#mside her ^Badd9Know to-^F#morrow's ^Aat ^C#peace