The Guilty Ones piano leadsheet with chords

Something's started crazy,

sweet and unknown.

Something you keep in a box on the street,

now it's longing for a 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 now our bodies are the guilty ones,

who touch and color the hours.

Night won't breathe.

Oh, how we fall in silence from the sky

and whisper some silver reply...

Whoaoh, whoaoh.

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 dreaming...

And now our bodies are the guilty ones.

Our touch will fill ev'ry hour.

Huge and dark, oh, our hearts will murmur the blues from on high,

then whisper some silver reply...

whoaoh, whoa oh.

And now our bodies are the guilty ones.