Тональность
D Bm A D Book of love in front of me G D A Tries to bite my chin; D Bm A D Angel right behind my shoulder G D A Waits to Do me in; Bm G I wish I had a heart Bm A To walk me like a dog - D A G D But life's a sweet thing, G D Going up in smoke. Used to be a passenger, Now they take me as their own; Used to be a fisher-king But now my cross is gone. I wish I had some faith, But all I Do is talk - And life's a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. We could be engineers, We could drive a coach; Could be real New Age With positive approach. I wish I still could laugh, I wish it was a joke - But life's a sweet thing, Going up in smoke.
