Genesis - Heatwaveadd

D#m  /  F7  /  D#m  /  G#m7  /
     D#        G#
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 C#                     A#m              Cm       D#
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
A#m                D#          D#m               F7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
D#m                 G#m7
Nothing must be done

 D#            G#
Silent, as a day can be
 C#                A#m        Cm          D#
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
A#m         D#              D#m                    F7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
D#m                 G#m7
Even if they're dull

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

E  /  D  /  A  /  D  /  F#7  /  D#  /  A#  /

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

D#                  G#          C#              A#m
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            Cm         D#  A#m                  D#
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        D#m         F7                  D#m                G#m7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

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

E  /  D  /  A  /  D  /  F#7  /  D#  /  A#  /

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

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

 Gm  /  D#  /  Dm  /  F  /  D#  /  Gm  /  Dm  /  Cm  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar