x1989-PlayRadioPlay! :Capo 3 intro: |---------------------------------------------------| |-----3---------------------------------------------| |--------------0-----2-----4-----6------4-----2-----| |---------4--------------------------------------4--| |-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5------5------5-------| |---------------------------------------------------| |---------------------------------------------------| |-----3---------------------------------------------| |--------------0-----2-----4-----6------2-----4-----| |---------4--------------------------------------4--| |-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5------5------5-------| |---------------------------------------------------| |--------------------------------| |-----3--------------------------| |--------------0-----2-----4-----| |---------4----------------------| |-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5--| |--------------------------------| |---------------------------| |--3------2-----0-----------| |----------------------3----| |---------------------------| (x3) |------5------5-----5-----5-| |---------------------------| --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1989-PlayRadioPlay! Father hit his head on the kitchen door Mother broke her ankle on the theatre floor While I was waiting patiently in a warm, dark safe With a smile on Father waited nervously by the hospital door Mother placed the table with her apron on and her hair tied up Father packed a suitcase with his clothes tucked in it and a face of disgust While I remember vaguely In their bedroom with the closet too small I remember yelling from the hall Mmm surprise I'm the apple of your eye Ohh it is true this piece I wrote for you I remember vividly on my fathers shoulders I felt so tall Taught me how to tie my shoes on the staircase at the end of the hall Well I was screaming manically at the bathroom ceiling with the water on I remember sleeping with the light on Now it's clear that I am no use right here Take it slow we've got a long long way to go Father held my homework up with a grimace and a hole punched in it Father stood there softly with a big warm grin and his baseball tickets I put my breath in a suitcase For the politicians of that place and time Mother broke her ankle in 1989 At the top of the town where you can be looking down With the space and the air no one can find you there Just the plants and sky, oh I almost went awry With the sights and the sounds, you can sleep without a sound
