F#mC#m
In the grip of a winter came love and greed
EB
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
F#mC#m
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
EB
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
F#mC#mE
I was alone at the front line
F#mC#mE
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
EB
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
F#mC#m
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
EB
I bought the peace before believing the threats
F#mC#m
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets
EB
But the boys in stories just repeat themselves
In a fucked up mess
F#mC#mE
I was alone for the first time
F#mC#mE
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
EB
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
EB
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.