Voxtrot - The Start Of Something

A C#m
this time of night i could call you up
Bm D
i’d get angry with athletic ease , break common laws in twos and threes
A E
and if i die clutching your photograph
Bm D
don’t call me boring , it’s just ’cause i like you .
A C#m
oh , take me on back , take me on back and take me back
Bm
to the place where i could feel your heart
D
is this the end or just the start of
A E
something really , really beautiful
Bm D
wrapped up and disguised as something really , really ugly?

F#m
won’t you . . .

A C#m F#m
come by and see me , i’m a love letter away
D A C#m
i’d break your name before i’d say , “i really love you , love you . ”
D A C#m F#m
no , i don’t care if you saw , i watched every inch of film
D A
flash across your roman features ,
C#m F#m
and i loved it , loved it . no , i don’t care if
A C#m
you think i’m eager to shut your eyes , well
Bm D
i’m sorry; everybody knows you can’t break me with your gutter prose
A E
would you believe it , she sent me a letter ,
Bm D
the ring , it nearly weighs her down , she’s got another boy , oh boy .
A C#m
steady your ears , steady your ears and read my lips
Bm D
poetry is not a luxury; it’s how i’ll break this home
A E
and when i’m really ill , won’t you cradle me?
Bm D
man is not a noble animal , but maybe woman is remember ,

F#m
i heard you . . .

A C#m F#m
inside your room , you said , “youve never really lived
D A C#m
until your backs against the wall . oh , did you really mean it?
D A C#m F#m
i never break my gaze , if just to see the stars remain reflected in your eyes
C#m
i think it’s time to go home

instrumental :
use same progression as verse : A C#m Bm A E Bm D

A C#m
oh , tell me your thoughts , tell me your thoughts on liberty .
Bm D
see there’s a place where i sink to sleeping
A E
she said oh , my vote is as red as my blood
Bm D
will you join me for another round? i haven’t had the chance to speak yet .

F#m
god speed . . .

A C#m F#m
i break the law once every week to feel your touch ,
D A C#m
what’s a book to you in bed , do you feel better , older?
D A C#m F#m
this just makes me ill; your name is dripping from my pen
D A
still you’re not around to curse ,
C#m F#m
i’ll drop the gun now; i’m still under you . . .

instrumental : F#m D repeated

A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep tonight
A F#m
marianne , youll have to go to sleep , just shut your eyes and burn the past away .