The Guilty Ones

(Fmaj9)Something's started crazy,

sweet and (Em7)unknown.

(Fmaj9)Something you keep in a box on the street,

now it's longing for a (Em7)home.

And, who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be lonely and sad.

And, who can say what we are?

This is the season for dreaming...

And (Am)now our bodies are the (Gm7)guilty ones,

(C7)who (Fmaj7)touch and color the (Bb6/9)hours.

(Am)Night won't breathe.

Oh, how we (Fmaj7)fall in silence from the sky

and (Dm9)whisper some silver reply...

Whoaoh, (Bb6/9)whoaoh.

(Fmaj9)Pulse is gone and racing,

all fits and starts.

Window by window you try and look into this brave new you that you are.

And, who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be out in the cold.

And, who can say what we are?

This is the reason for (Em7)dreaming...

And (Am)now our bodies are the (Gm7)guilty ones.

(C7)Our (Fmaj7)touch will fill ev'ry (Bb6/9)hour.

(Am)Huge and dark, oh, our hearts will (Fmaj7)murmur the blues from on high,

then (Dm9)whisper some silver reply...

whoaoh, whoa (Bb6/9)oh.

And (Am)now our bodies are the (C13)guilty ones.