E                        B                        F#m                     A
The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow
  E                     B                         F#m               A
A blue glow from the tv again, the curtains never open, faces never show
    E                            B            F#m                     A
And every time a light is turned on there's a light that's turned off somewhere
    E                         B              F#m                     A
For every other moment that's lost there's a perfect cost, there's a debt you can't share


F#m                      B       E               A    F#m                      B
   Clocks stopped at the corner   of Albert will show    your last bus left an hour ago
   E       B        F#m    A      E              B       F#m    A
so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not too proud
   E    B         F#m        A         F#m                    A
to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd 
                            E     A E A
that lonely people talk too loud


[Verse 2]
        E                        B                        F#m                     A
The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow
  E                     B                         F#m               A
A blue glow from the tv again, the curtains never open, faces never show
    E                              B           F#m             A
And every night they play the same song to the same offbeat believers
    E                   B             F#m                     A
And everyone is singing along wearing blueblack eyes, wearing dead men's neck-ties


F#m                      B       E               A    F#m                      B
   Clocks stopped at the corner   of Albert will show    your last bus left an hour ago
   E       B        F#m    A      E              B       F#m    A
so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not too proud
   E    B         F#m        A         F#m                    A
to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd 
                            E     A E A
that lonely people talk too loud


[Bridge]
G#m                      A 
   Numbers on a washroom stall
G#m                                  F#m  A   F#m A
   There's always more then one last call calling you


[Instrumental]
E    G#m   A   B         E   G#m   A   B

[Outro]
           E                     G#m                    A          B     
Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes
           E                     G#m                    A          B    
Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes
           E                     G#m                    A          B     
Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes
           E                     G#m                    A          B     
Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes