I once knew a man who saw time shift in an empty swimming pool
The interplay of shadows seemed, to him, so cool
I saw a girl who lost herself on an empty chrome barstool
Two fingers at a time
And nothing to lose

Upstairs, behind my plywood door, I keep my hotplate warm
And thoughts of future happiness keep me warm from the storm
The door has shaken off its hinges, I stare down into green
As Hanger Station
Drifts into view

Like party-goers at some forgotten wingding
Like birds that build their nests on the sides of buildings
I feel so low, look so high
My head hit the ground and my feet did touch the sky

They're partying on the tenth floor of the London Ritz-Savoy
That was blown out of orbit by a dimestore atom toy
Be the first kid on your block with a heavy water bomb
Oh then have it your way
You're a dog for a day

Like party-goers at some forgotten wingding
Like birds that build their nests on the sides of buildings
Could you call this living
I feel so low, look so high
My head hit the ground and my feet did touch the sky

Demo 2022

“Afterthought” album 1996

FAKE SHEET

Intro / A# / F / A# / Dm / A

Verse / D / C#dim / Bm / A#dim / G / D / F#m / C / A 2X

Chorus / F / C / Dm / A# / F / C / A# / F / A# / Dm / A

Instr. (tag for chorus) / Dm / A / A# / F / C#dim / D

CODA (last chorus) / A# / F / A# / Dm / A# / F / A# / Dm / A# / F /