Shayfer James - For the Departed, аккорды

F#m
 
Just a moment, dear 
C#m
 
I hear someone at the door 
Hm
 
And the beating of a heart 
E
 
That I hid beneath the floor 
           
D
        
C#
 
Or they've come for me, love 
F#m
 
Save yourself 
C#m
 
I am far beyond repair 
Hm
 
They will bury me alive 
E
 
But I'm not inclined to care 
           
D
        
C#
 
I am too far gone now. 
 
 
F#m
 
Oh ohoho 
Hm
                   
F#m
 
So dry your eyes and count to ten 
C#m
                    
E
 
They'll have me on the pyre by then 
Hm
                   
F#m
 
Forget the man I used to be 
C#m
                    
E
 
You'll move along more easily 
 
F#m
 
A
 moment, dear 
C#m
 
I hear someone in the hall 
Hm
 
And this plundering of promises 
E
 
We hung up on the wall 
           
D
        
C#
 
Or he's come for us, love 
F#m
            
C#m
  
Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone 
Hm
                 
And I'm growing rather fond 
E
 
Of the wandering alone 
     
D
        
C#
 
I am too far gone now. 
 
 
F#m
 
Oh ohoho 
Hm
                   
F#m
 
So dry your eyes and count to ten 
C#m
                    
E
 
They'll have me on the pyre by then 
Hm
                   
F#m
 
Forget the man I used to be 
C#m
                    
E
 
You'll move along more easily 
 
 
F#m
        
C#m
           
E
 
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh 
F#m
          
C#m
      
E
 
I'll write a symphony for the departed 
F#m
        
C#m
           
E
 
And I have no time for second chances 
F#m
             
C#m
                 
E
 
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh 
 
G
 
And so, the scene begins 
C#m
                   
D
 
Your cries become the wind 
                           
F#m
 
A
 desperate plea best left unheard 
G
 
Then my contrived goodbye 
C#m
  
A
 poet's pantomime 
                   
Dm
    
E
 
A
 drunken jester's final words 
 
F#m
 
Just a moment, dear 
C#m
 
I hear someone at the door 
Hm
 
And the beating of a heart 
E
 
That I hid beneath the floor 
           
D
        
C#
 
Or they've come for me, love 
 
 
F#m
        
C#m
           
E
 
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh 
F#m
          
C#m
      
E
 
I'll write a symphony for the departed 
F#m
        
C#m
           
E
 
And I have no time for second chances 
F#m
             
C#m
                 
E
 
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh 
 
    
Hm
                
F#m
 
So, dry your eyes and count to ten 
C#m
                    
E
 
They'll have me on the pyre by then