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
