[Intro] D

        D
There's glass in the park
            Em             A             G
Darling, I can't help but keep making appointments
     A                 D
To sweep beneath the climbing frame
       D
If the sun's in your eyes
                    Em        A
I'll tighten your blindfold, baby
                   G             A
Don't worry your foot won't get cut
      D            D7M
Strut carelessly

Em                  
   And when you say 
         A
That you need me tonight
  D     D7M   G7M
I can't keep my feelings 

In disguise
     G    F#m   Em  G  
The white parts of my 
F#  F#7   Bm Em   F#5+
Eye-balls il-lumi-nates

G                   D
  And I'll wait for you
           G                       D   D7M
As if I'm waiting for a storm to stop
Em
   I've heard them talking
               A            A7
About how I'm gonna put you off

          D
There's glass in the park
                 Em          A
And now that I'm up off my knees
      G              A
I've picked up the speed
             D
To jump your palaces
      D
And I shoot through the night
             Em             A   G             A
And suddenly all those once lost concoctions froth
              D        D7M
And chase the day away

Em                  
   And when you say 
         A
That you need me tonight
  D     D7M   G7M
I can't keep my feelings 

In disguise
     G    F#m   Em  G  
The white parts of my 
F#  F#7   Bm Em   F#5+
Eye-balls il-lumi-nates

G                   D
  And I'll wait for you
          G                       D    D7M
As if I'm waiting for a storm to stop
Em
   I've heard them talking
              A             A7
About how I'm gonna put you off

G                                                  F#7
  You tell me, how can I put you off when you're a matter of urgency?
           Bm                                            D7
I've got a million things that I need to do, but they're all secondary
G                      A
  Make sure you're not followed
     D                       Bm
And meet me by the death balloon
Em                             A               A7
   Paraselene woman, I'm your man on the moon
             G   F#m  Em  G   F#
And like a grain of  diamond dust, you float
    G             A            D
And my devotion's outer crust cracks