Strangeland    (video)

 

    G - Am - C - G

 

      G              Am       C                      G

1. Lover, I remember laying out our map,

       Em                   Am                    D

    throwing our possessions in the van.

             G                           Am                     C                       G

    Your tapes piled on the backseat, and a camera in your hand,

      Em                     Am                D      G

    dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland.

 

    Em             G                         C                             D

Strangeland, blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,

                  Em                       Am                       Em

you get no time to put things right, to put things right.

 

              G                      Am                   C                       G

2. You drove across the border, as the winter rains ran dry,

           Em             Am                         D

    and only fateful birdsong filled the sky.

               G                                 Am                     C                          G 

    You threw your head back screaming, as we raced across wet sand,

           Em                 Am                   D       G

    and leapt into the waters of the Strangeland.

 

    Em             G                         C                             D

Strangeland, blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,

                 Em                        Am                        Em

you get no time to put things right, to put things right.

 

              G                       Am                           C                         G

3. You wound the rope around me, and you pulled the knots in tight,

              Em                  Am                             D

    and shook me like a bad dream from your sight.

                           G                             Am

    And now the things I’ve done to forget you,

                   C                      G

    well, it’s not what I had planned,

              Em                            Am                   D      G

    the sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland.

 

    Em             G                         C                             D

Strangeland, blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,

                 Em                        Am

you get no time to put things right, to put things ...

 

 

 

        C                  G                               C                      D

+  Strangeland, dreams, you tore my baby away from me,

                    Em                        Am                       Em

    we get no time to put things right, to put things right.

                      Em                        Am                       Em

    You get no time to put things right, to put things right,

                        Am                        Em

    to put things right, to put things right.

 

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Keane)