Genesis - Heatwaveadd

Am  /  B7  /  Am  /  Dm7  /
     A        D
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 G                     Em              F#m       A
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
Em                A          Am               B7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
Am                 Dm7
Nothing must be done

 A            D
Silent, as a day can be
 G                Em        F#m          A
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
Em         A              Am                    B7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
Am                 Dm7
Even if they're dull

      C                     Gm           C             Gm
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
C              Gm                    C         Gm
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere

A#  /  Ab  /  D#  /  Ab  /  C7  /  A  /  E  /

     Dbm              A            Abm                 B
The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
      A                      Dbm
The trees will lose their withered leaves
  Abm                    F#m
I just can't seem to let them loose
Dbm                   A             Abm               B
And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
A                  B          A           B
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

A                  D          G              Em
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            F#m         A  Em                  A
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        Am         B7                  Am                Dm7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

   C                     Gm           C            Gm
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
 C            Gm                      C                 Gm
Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own

A#  /  Ab  /  D#  /  Ab  /  C7  /  A  /  E  /

Dbm            A              Abm              B
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
A                  Dbm
Into a dried up river bed
A          Abm                    F#m
But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you
Dbm                         A                  Abm          B
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way
A               Dbm        Abm          F#m
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

Dbm                      A            Abm                 B
The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
      A                      Dbm
The trees will lose their withered leaves
  Abm                    F#m
I just can't seem to let them loose
Dbm                   A             Abm               B
And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
A               Dbm        Abm          F#m
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

 Dbm  /  A  /  Abm  /  B  /  A  /  Dbm  /  Abm  /  F#m  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar