F#m                          C#m 
In the grip of a winter came love and greed 
   E                            B 
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat 
   F#m                          C#m 
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets 
  E                            B 
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat 
 
  
  F#m         C#m       E 
I was alone at the front line 
  F#m         C#m       E 
The message I was told was to triumph 
 
At the joy of a lifetime 
 
  
  F#m 
I just can't think of England 
  C#m 
I can't see the picture 
  E                        B 
I'm still running from the fire, the fire 
 
  
 
  
  F#m                    C#m 
In the twilight hours of nervous rest 
  E                        B 
I bought the peace before believing the threats 
  F#m                     C#m 
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets 
 E                            B 
But the boys in stories just repeat themselves 
 
In a f*cked up mess 
 
  
  F#m         C#m       E 
I was alone for the first time 
  F#m         C#m       E 
The message I was told was to triumph 
 
At the joy of a lifetime 
 
  
  F#m 
I just can't think of England 
  C#m 
I can't see the picture 
  E                        B 
I'm still running from the fire, the fire 
 
  F#m 
I just can't think of England 
  C#m 
I can't see the picture 
  E                        B 
I'm still running from the fire, the fire