Genesis - Heatwaveadd

Fm  /  G7  /  Fm  /  A#m7  /
     F        A#
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 D#                     Cm              Dm       F
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
Cm                F          Fm               G7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
Fm                 A#m7
Nothing must be done

 F            A#
Silent, as a day can be
 D#                Cm        Dm          F
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
Cm         F              Fm                    G7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
Fm                 A#m7
Even if they're dull

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

F#  /  E  /  B  /  E  /  G#7  /  F  /  C  /

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

F                  A#          D#              Cm
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            Dm         F  Cm                  F
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        Fm         G7                  Fm                A#m7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

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

F#  /  E  /  B  /  E  /  G#7  /  F  /  C  /

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

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

 Am  /  F  /  Em  /  G  /  F  /  Am  /  Em  /  Dm  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar