Verse 
            E 
Well we were kissing 
It was secret 
    A                        B 
We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen 
     E 
Both well aware that there’d be trouble 
    A               B 
If the manager should find us 
       A               B                     Dbm        
You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand 
     F#m               A           Db B 
You can carry much more than I can 



[Refrão]
    F#m                B                 E 
And a wicked gale came howling up through 
  A     Abm     Dbm 
Sheffield City Centre 
               F#m           B              E           Abm    Dbm 
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum 
           F#m              B             E 
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams 


Verse 

         E 
I’m in a building and I notice 
    A                   B 
That I’m surrounded by the ocean 
   E 
I get a feeling, I start running 
         A            B 
Don’t really know why I am running 
       A               B 
I never really know why I am running 
           Dbm 
‘til I get caught  
      B         F#m        A 
Want to wake up to my dream report? 


Instrumental 

E A B (x2) 



[Refrão]
       F#m              B 
And the snow was falling thick and fast 
   E                   Dbm 
We were bombing down Los Feliz 
  F#m                B 
It was You and Me and Miles Kane 
   E               Dbm 
And some kid I went to school with 
       F#m               B 
It must be awful when I talk about my… 


Bridge 

  A                Ab 
Visions of the past and possible future 
                       Dbm 
Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go 
   Ab               Dbm 
Inseparable opposing images 
        F#m 
When can you come back again? 



[Refrão]
    F#m                B                 E 
And a wicked gale came howling up through 
  A     Abm     Dbm 
Sheffield City Centre 
               F#m           B              E           Abm    Dbm 
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum 
           F#m              B         Dbm    F#m 
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams 
           A           B             E 
Isn't it torture when I talk about my dreams