#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Sat, 08 Nov 1997 23:56:41 -0600 From: Rockey Staats Subject: Re: Returned mail: User unknown > From: Adam Staats > My dad, Rocky Staats, figured out the chords and I figured out the words > of the Song *Invisible > City by the Wallflowers. There may be some mistakes in our > transcription, especially the words, but it should be > helpful enough for you to use. > > Invisible City > E Asus2 > Looking back at the crash site, > E Asus2 > I don't see me by the road side. > E G# > Well this heart is on wheels tonight, > C#m C#m7 A > Straight through the ghettos and without > lights. > E Asus2 > Now every heart has a blind side, > E Asus2 > Where he learns how to improvise. > E G# > Well this place is a whorehouse tonight, > C#m C#m7 A > Cheaper lovers make expensive wives-- > > C#m E B > G# > --But all of these horses that you chase > around, > C#m C#m7 F# F#m > In the end they are the ones that always > bring you > B > 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.