Аккорды Shayfer James - For the Departed

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 
 
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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