Genesis - Heatwaveadd

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

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

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

A  /  G  /  D  /  G  /  B7  /  G#  /  D#  /

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

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

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

A  /  G  /  D  /  G  /  B7  /  G#  /  D#  /

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

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

 Cm  /  G#  /  Gm  /  A#  /  G#  /  Cm  /  Gm  /  Fm  /
[                                                           ]  Tekrar