Genesis - Heatwaveadd

A#m  /  C7  /  A#m  /  D#m7  /
     A#        D#
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 G#                     Fm              Gm       A#
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
Fm                A#          A#m               C7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
A#m                 D#m7
Nothing must be done

 A#            D#
Silent, as a day can be
 G#                Fm        Gm          A#
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
Fm         A#              A#m                    C7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
A#m                 D#m7
Even if they're dull

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

B  /  A  /  E  /  A  /  C#7  /  A#  /  F  /

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

A#                  D#          G#              Fm
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            Gm         A#  Fm                  A#
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        A#m         C7                  A#m                D#m7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

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

B  /  A  /  E  /  A  /  C#7  /  A#  /  F  /

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

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

 Dm  /  A#  /  Am  /  C  /  A#  /  Dm  /  Am  /  Gm  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar