Reflection of a nightingale

D                D           A   D
Church-bells are tinklin´ so softly
Em           A           D
catching the flight of a dream,
       F#m     Em       D              A
as the river reflects a nighting-gales eye
       D    A    D
in the deep blue stream.

Silently my mind is listening,
nothing is more to be said,
words are only a second-hand facade
that covers heart from head.

    Em        Em         D        D
The skyline´s blushed in carnated mellow
  Em            Hm    D   A7
remembering the after-glow
   F#m       Em
of long gone kisses
    Em       D
and worn-out wishes.
    D           A7     D
But I´m putting on the show.


So sail away all my sorrows
and bring me a whiskey once more
so a memory black-out fills in the gap
as I drift away from shore.

I´m just the fracture of a soft-hearted fellow
that´ve been driftin´ along with the flow,
I´m busted by bitches
and pinholed by stitches.
But I´m putting on the show.

Church-bells are tinklin´ so softly
catching the flight of a dream,
as the river reflects a nighting-gale´s eye
in the deep blue stream.