Genesis - Heatwaveadd

F#m  /  G#7  /  F#m  /  Bm7  /
     F#        B
No cloud, a sleepy calm
 E                     C#m              D#m       F#
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
C#m                F#          F#m               G#7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
F#m                 Bm7
Nothing must be done

 F#            B
Silent, as a day can be
 E                C#m        D#m          F#
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
C#m         F#              F#m                    G#7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
F#m                 Bm7
Even if they're dull

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

G  /  F  /  C  /  F  /  A7  /  F#  /  C#  /

     Bbm              F#            Fm                 G#
The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
      F#                      Bbm
The trees will lose their withered leaves
  Fm                    D#m
I just can't seem to let them loose
Bbm                   F#             Fm               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#                  B          E              C#m
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
            D#m         F#  C#m                  F#
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
        F#m         G#7                  F#m                Bm7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

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

G  /  F  /  C  /  F  /  A7  /  F#  /  C#  /

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

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

 Bbm  /  F#  /  Fm  /  G#  /  F#  /  Bbm  /  Fm  /  D#m  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar