Standard (EADGBE)
Back to the cold restless streets at night
Talk to myself about tomorrow night
Walls of white protest, a gravestone in name
Who is it now? It's always the same.
But I know oh no
But I know oh no
But I know
Shadows and tall trees
Do you feel in me, anything redeeming
any worthwhile feeling
is life like a tightrope hanging from my ceiling
(and so on and so forth
repeat the chorus and listen to the song for the rest of the lyrics)