> 

> Invisible City

> E                                Asus2

> Looking back at the crash site,

> E                               Asus2

> I don't see me by the road side.

> E                                G#

> Well this heart is on wheels tonight,

> C#m                          C#m7          A

> Straight through the ghettos and without

> lights.

> E                                   Asus2

> Now every heart has a blind side,

> E                                      Asus2

> Where he learns how to improvise.

> E                              G#

> Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,

> C#m       C#m7          A

> Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--

> 

> C#m                     E         B

> G#

> --But all of these horses that you chase

> around,

>            C#m      C#m7  F#          F#m

> In the end they are the ones that always

> bring you

> B

> down.

> 

> This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing.

> Where touching faces--In the dark.

> Feeling pretty is so hard.

> Now all of these voices,

> And all of these noises.

> With all of their illusions of choices,

> They've come to my door with one dozen roses.

> The imitation of good thief,

> Is how you stumble upon hate.

> It may of been the first of mistakes,

> When we held on to listening that opened the gates--

> 

> --Now all of these horses that you chase around,

> In the end they are the ones that always bring you

> down.

> 

> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.

> Where touching faces--In the dark.

> Feeling pretty is so hard.

> Now I try not to tell lies,

> But there's pressures from inside.

> So I've learned how to compromise,

> Good people for alibis--

> 

> --But all of these horses that you chase around,

> In the end they are the ones that always bring you

> down.

> 

> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.

> Where touching faces--In the dark.

> Feeling pretty is so hard.