Intro: N.C./ | N.C./ | N.C./ | N.C./        N.C./ | N.C./ | N.C./ | N.C./         | | |         | | |     N.C./                                           | He likes to have the morning paper’s crossword solved    hey  N.C./                                                     | Words go up words come down Forwards backwards twisted round     hey      N.C./                                  He grabs a pile of letters From a small suitcase                                                       d                                               | Disappears into an office It’s another working day And his thou.....ghts are full of strangers Corridors      of naked lights    And his mind      once full of reason     Now there’s                                d.    |                      |                                     | A mo...re    than meets the eye    Now a   stranger’s face he carries with him     ()                                           | He likes a bit of reading On the subway home  ooh oooh ooh   ()                                             | A distant radio’s whistling tunes That nobody knows     hm    ()                                    At home a house awaits him he unlocks the door                                                                d                                                        | Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door And his thou....ghts are full of strangers And his eyes      too numb to see   And nothing       that he knows of                                       d.   |                             |     |                  | And no........where where he’s been      wa..s   never quite like this | () | | () | | () | | () | yeah! |    | |     | |   | |             he!             oh oh           oh oh       and his thou.....ghts are full of strangers Corridors      of naked lights    And his mind      once full of reason     Now there’s                                d.     |                      |                                  | mo...re    than meets the eye    Now  a  stranger’s face he carries with him | | | | | | |                           and at hea.....rt he’s full of strangers        dodging on         his train of thought        train of       | | | | | | D/E | | thought | | | | | | | | ... _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Alessandra Kemper([email protected])