Standard (EADGBE)

The tiger that waits on the banks of the river

 The young dream of her that can never deliver

 The memory of pain so you'll never forgive her

 And never go home again.

(repeat pattern)

It's the fire that you get rubbing two sticks together

When you first learn that fire won't last forever

The quill of your pen when you're writing a letter

That you know you'll never send.

 Well I hope that you find what you're looking for

 But I won't be 'round to see it.

 And I hope that you find who you're looking for

 But I won't be 'round to see it.

There's a boot (?) here that's under your chin

That says you ain't never gonna win

And you wish you were dreaming

But you know the nightmare's still there when you wake up again.

(verse pattern)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.

There's the whispering tombstone that roars like the thunder

The last breath you breathe right before you go under

It's the eyes of the child when they're flashing with wonder

And right when you take it away.

Well I hope when you find what you're looking for

That you're not too blind to see it.

And I hope when they open your prison cell

That you're not too afraid to flee it.

There's a boot (?) here that's under your chin

That says you ain't never gonna win

And you wish you were dreaming

But you know the nightmare's still there when you wake up again.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.