Thom Yorke - Suspirium

^Amaj7 This is a ^F#waltz thinking ^Aabout our ^Amaj7bodies ^G#7sus4 What they ^F#mean ^Afor our sa^C#lvation ^Amaj7 With only the ^F#clothes that ^Awe stand ^Amaj7up in ^G#7sus4 Just the ^F#ground ^Aon which we ^C#stand ^Amaj7 Is the ^F#darkness ^Aours to ^Amaj7take? ^G#7sus4 Bathed in ^F#lightness, ^Abathed in ^C#heat

All is ^G#mwell, as ^Along as ^G#mwe keep ^F#mspinning^Amaj7 Here and ^G#mnow, ^Adancing be^G#mhind a ^F#mwall ^Amaj7 When the ^G#mold songs and ^Alaug^G#mhter we ^F#mdo ^Amaj7 Are for^G#mgiven ^Aalways and ^G#mnever been ^F#mtrue ^Amaj7

^Amaj7 When I ^F#arrive, will ^Ayou come and ^Amaj7find me? ^G#7sus4 Or in a ^F#crowd,^A be one of ^C#them? ^Amaj7 Wore the ^F#wrong sign ^Aback bes^C#ide her ^G#7sus4 Know to^F#morrow's ^Aat ^C#peace