Verse:
            E
Well we were kissing
 E
It was secret
           A                    B
We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
            E                E
Both well aware that there’d be trouble
         A               B
If the manager should find us
            A               B                     Dbm
You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
        Gbm               A           Dbm B
You can carry much more than I can

Chorus:
    Gbm                B                 E
And a wicked gale came howling up through
     Abm     Dbm
Sheffield City Centre
           Gbm               B              E      Abm    Dbm
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
           Gbm            A   B       E
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams

Verse:
         E             E
I’m in a building and I notice
         A                   B
That I’m surrounded by the ocean
        E            E
I get a feeling, I start running
             A            B
Don’t really know why I am running
             A               B
I never really know why I am running
          Dbm
‘til I get caught
      Gbm               A          Dbm B
Want to wake up to my dream report

Chorus:
       Gbm              B
And the snow was falling thick and fast
       E          Abm     Dbm
We were bombing down Los Feliz
  Gbm                B
It was You and Me and Miles Kane
   E         Abm      Dbm
And some kid I went to school with
         Gbm          A   B
Isn't it ugly when I talk about my…

Bridge:
  A                     Ab
Visions of the past and possible future
                        Dbm
Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
  C         E            A
Inseparable opposing images
   Gbm                   Am
When can you come back again?

Instrumental:
   E   A B
   E   A Dbm B

Chorus:
    Gbm                   B
And a wicked gale came howling up through
  E   Abm     Dbm
Sheffield City Centre
           Gbm              B              E      Abm    Dbm
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
           Gbm              B         Dbm    Gbm
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams
           A           B             E
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams
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