Pianos And Clocks

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Intro

E   Bm   C#m   Am   G#m   B

Verse

     E                     E7                 A               E
Well hello there, sweet to see you, like your colour, how you doin'?
          E               Emaj7            F#7            B7
I've been battered and be-wildered, in the beauty of your ruins
       E              E7              A                     F#
Flash, flash and I am blinded, by the fact that you've been born
           E                 B                  E
Feels like fiction life goes on, brown eyes are gone
E            E7            A             E                            Emaj7          F#7            B7
Silence is a virtue, I was taught so I a-greed, Conversation half for-gotten, is the hole I hold in me
        E             E7              A          F#                 E                B                    E
All our language & ex-pression is decimated by decree, the sound of song dies in the dawn, brown eyes are gone

Bridge

A                                                        E          E7
  Descended slowly on the steps of the cathedral where I kissed you
A                                                            F#9       B
  Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed, but that es-caped you
          Bsus4               B                       Bsus4          B
With your brown eyes and your blue jeans; I heard the chiming of the clocks
Bsus4                 B                        E
Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm of your Docs

Verse

        E                E7             A           E
Hit the road with my com-padre, saw the city incomp-lete
        E                   Emaj7            F#7            B7
We were tossed and torn and tumbled, in your famous foreign streets
          E                E7             A                F#
I felt so fearless and for-gotten, No-one numbered nothing neat
            E                  B                    E
The son has shone, we still be-long, brown eyes are gone
        E              E7           A                  E
So fare-well then seno-rita, pianos played and set the tone
      E              Emaj7           F#7          B7
I was singing like a servant, to the tune of tele-phones
           E               E7             A                 F#
I wish you freedom and for-giveness and a time that is your own
            E                  B                      E
Blue is the colour, mine's the moment, brown eyes are gone
            E                  B                      E
Blue is the colour, mine's the moment, brown eyes are gone