D

                        F#m
It was back amongst the living
                Bm
Your smile was giving 
        G
Me a thrill
                D
Enough to come so close
                F#m
To closing the deal

The steal of the century
  Bm
A century stolen from our hearts 
                  G
To a house on the hill


                        A
But if that is what it takes
                   G
If that is what it takes
                   A       G
If that is what it takes
             D
To be a stone


                          F#m
A stone's throw from your throne
                    Bm
No man has ever hung 
                                 G
From the rafters of a second home
                    D
No man has ever hung
                                 F#m
From the rafters of a second home

Bm

G


    D
It's true 
           F#m
I needed you more
                   Bm
Back when I was poor
                              G
The wealthy dowager, the patroness
She guessed it
The answer wasn't yes
   D
But her maxims were fine
               F#m
The ethos that flew about her mind
     Bm
Like swallows in search
     G
Of a burnt-down bell tower church
        

                      A
But if that is what it takes
                   G
If that is what it takes 
                   A       G
If that is what it takes
        D
To be a stone


                           F#m
A stone's throw from your throne
                    Bm
No man has ever hung
                               G
At the temporary age of twenty-four
                                
(With) both feet on the floor
D                                    F#m
Listening to the bona fide stasis of sound

The eaves dripping
Bm                              G
Yesterday's ill-timed August rain
                   D                         F#m
If there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain 

Bm

G