Capo 3
Re                                            La
Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
      Sol                                         Re
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
    Re                                     La
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
    Sol                                                 Re
I'm spiraling down, to the hole in the ground where I hide
Sol                    Re
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive,
Sol                                     Re
and beat the dogs, and cheat the cold electronic eyes,
Sol          La                Sim
and if you make it past the shotguns in the hall,
Mim7
Dial the combination... open the priesthole
                    La               Re
And if I'm in, I'll tell you (BOOM!)
Fa#m                                 Re
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Fa#m                         La
Making love to girls in magazines
   Sol                                    Sim
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith...
Mim7
Could anybody love him?
                La     Re
Or is it just a crazy dream?
La     Sol      Re
    Re                    La
And if I show you my dark side
                    Sol  Re
Will you still hold me tonight?
    Re            La
And if I open my heart to you,
            Sol
Show you my weak side...
               Re
What would you do?
Sol                                    Re
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Sol                                Re
Would you take the children away, and leave me alone?
    Sol             La             Sim
And smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone,
Mim7
Would you send me packing?
   La                    Re
...Or would you take me home?
Fa#m Re Fa#m La Sol Sim Mim7
Re
Fa#m                            Re
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Fa#m                               La
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
  Sol
I held the blade in trembling hands,
 Sim
Prepared to make it but...
Mim7
Just then the phone rang.
                                        Re
I never had the nerve to make The Final Cut
										The Final Cut accordi
di Pink Floyd
