Standard (EADGBE)
> Looking back at the crash site,
>
> I don't see me by the road side.
>
> Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
>
> Straight through the ghettos and without
> lights.
>
> Now every heart has a blind side,
>
> Where he learns how to improvise.
>
> Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
>
> Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--
>
>
>
> --But all of these horses that you chase
> around,
>
> In the end they are the ones that always
> bring you
>
> down.
>
> This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.
> Now all of these voices,
> And all of these noises.
> With all of their illusions of choices,
> They've come to my door with one dozen roses.
> The imitation of good thief,
> Is how you stumble upon hate.
> It may of been the first of mistakes,
> When we held on to listening that opened the gates--
>
> --Now all of these horses that you chase around,
> In the end they are the ones that always bring you
> down.
>
> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.
> Now I try not to tell lies,
> But there's pressures from inside.
> So I've learned how to compromise,
> Good people for alibis--
>
> --But all of these horses that you chase around,
> In the end they are the ones that always bring you
> down.
>
> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.