Thom Yorke - Suspirium

This is a ^Dadd9waltz thinking ^Fmaj7 about our b^Amodies ^Am7/G What they ^Dadd9mean ^Fmaj7 for our sal^Avation ^Am With only the ^Dadd9clothes that ^Fmaj7 we stand ^Amup in ^Am7/G Just the ^Dadd9ground ^Fmaj7 on which we ^Astand ^Am

Is ^Dadd9the darkness^Fmaj7 ours t^Amo take? ^Am7/G Bathed in l^Dadd9ightness, ^Fmaj7 bathed in^A heat

All ^Emis well, ^Fas lon^Emg as we keep^Dm spinni--^Amng Here and^Em now, dan^Fcing ^Embehind a^Dm wall ^Am When ^Emthe old songs a^Fnd laughte^Emr we ^Dmdo ^Am Ar^Eme forgiven a^Flways a^Emnd never bee^Dmn true ^{Am A}

When I ar^Dadd9rive, will^Fmaj7 you come a^Amnd find me? ^Am7/G Or in a ^Dadd9crowd, ^Fmaj7 be one of^Am them? ^CWore ^Dsus2the wrong sign^Fmaj7 back bes^Amide her ^Am7/G Know ^Dadd9tomorrow's^Fmaj7 at peac^Ae ^{A A A}