Genesis - Heatwaveadd

C#m  /  D#7  /  C#m  /  F#m7  /
     C#        F#
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 B                     G#m              A#m       C#
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
G#m                C#          C#m               D#7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
C#m                 F#m7
Nothing must be done

 C#            F#
Silent, as a day can be
 B                G#m        A#m          C#
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
G#m         C#              C#m                    D#7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
C#m                 F#m7
Even if they're dull

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

D  /  C  /  G  /  C  /  E7  /  C#  /  G#  /

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

C#                  F#          B              G#m
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            A#m         C#  G#m                  C#
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        C#m         D#7                  C#m                F#m7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

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

D  /  C  /  G  /  C  /  E7  /  C#  /  G#  /

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

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

 Fm  /  C#  /  Cm  /  D#  /  C#  /  Fm  /  Cm  /  A#m  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar