CThose words are all remEmainders, eCchoes growing in the heEart of twilight
Gm7They lay back lauDmghing at naiveGm7ty staDmr
CAwaken all those whispEmers
CThe dusty shadow of a pEassing favour
Gm7I wouldn't say Dmthat you were ruthless Gm7or rightDm
Gm7I couldn't see Dmfrom so farC
FWas I chasing after rCainbows?
One thing for Esure you never answered when I
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FAnd I wiped away the wDater from my face
to Elook through the eyes of a straAmnger
For Fmaj7rumours in the wFmake of such a lonely Gcrowd
Dtrading in my shelter for dAmanger
I'm Fmaj7changing my nFmame just as the sun Ggoes down
in the Dsuseyes of Da strangerAm
CCan't tell the real from refEmlection
CWhen all these faces look the sEame to me
Gm7In ev'ry Dmcity such a desGm7olate dreDmam
CSome days are strange to nEmumbers
CSome say the seventh sounds a lEittle bit stranger
Gm7A year of SunDmdays seems to have drifted Gm7right byDm
Gm7I could have swoDmrn in one eveningC
FAnd I'm not seized in desperCation
No steel reEproaches on the table from be
FBut I still can feel those sDplinters of ice
I Elook through the eyes of a strAmanger
...Dwalking away like a straAmnger