Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

I
E|--------0-------0---0-------|
B|--0-----------3---3---------|
G|-----0----------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|

II
E|-------0--------------------|
B|--0---------3--1--0---------|
G|-----0---------------2--0---|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|


When you see "I" play the first phrase when you see "II" play the second

inrto: play I four times

I                          I
  And here I dreamt I was a soldier
I                            I
  And I marched the streets of Birkenau
I
  And I recall in spring
I
  The perfume that the air would bring
I                      II
  To the indolent town
I                           I
  Where the barkers call the moon down
I                          I
  The carnival was ringing loudly now
I
  And just to lay with you
I
  There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I                        II
  Save lay my rifle down

(I cant hear  Chris Funks guitar in the chorus so I guess he doesnt play)

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to,
Alright, its ok, guess its better to turn this way


Starting on "way" Play I four times

I                      I
  And I am nothing of a builder
I                          I
  But here I dreamt I was an architect
I
  And I built this balustrade
I
  To keep you home, to keep you safe
I                       II
  From the outside world
I                   I
  But the angles and the corners
I                     I
  Even though my work is unparalleled
I
  They never seemed to meet
I
  This structure fell about our feet
I                       II
  And we were free to go

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way


Starting on way I x 8 and end with a open B

(In the Spaniard verse guitar 2 drops out but guitar 1 stops playing chords and plays 
very softly, so I thought I would add it)

III
E|--0-----------|
B|------1--0----|
G|--------------|
D|--------------|
A|--------------|
E|-------------|


   And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
III
   I will be buried with my marionettes
III                III
   Countess and courtesan
                    III
  Have fallen beneath my tender hand
                             III
  When their husbands were not around


(Guitar to comes back in)

I                           I
  But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
I                          I
  Or are you furrowed like a lioness
I
  And we are vagabonds
I
  We travel without seatbelts on
I                             II
  We live this close to death

At this point I can make out  what sounds like a guitar 2 part for the chorus but I cant 
for sure. Here is what I think it is:

IV
E|-----------------|
B|----------0---3--|
G|--0---2----------|
D|-----------------|
A|-----------------|
E|-----------------|