Marillion – Bitter Suite (Guitar)

E
(spoken) A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow,

E
Not the regal creature of border caves,

E             D
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar

D
Of some obscure Scottish poet.

A
The mist crawls from the canal

A
Like some primordial phantom of romance

F#
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.

F#          A
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father.

A       F#sus4
Your carnation will rot in a vase.

D
A train sleeps in a siding

D                                 B
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager.

D
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club.

D       A
She was a wallflower at sixteen

A
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four.

A
Her mother called her beautiful

A             F#
Her daddy said a whore

D
The sky was bible black in Lyon, when I met the Magdalene

G
She was paralyzed in a streetlight

G
She refused to give her name

G     D
And a ring of violet bruises

D
They were pinned upon her arm

D      G
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand

G      D
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears

D        G
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear

G             D                     D7
'J'entend ton coeur', 'j'entend ton coeur'

D7                                     D
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart,

D               D7
I can hear your heart,

D7        G                  D
Hear your heart, I hear your heart

Gm              Dm                       Dm7               Bb
   It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper

Bb                                Am                                                Bb
Something's gonna give under this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show

Bb           Dm
    It's too late

Dm             Dm7                Bb
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane

Bb                        Am
They said this could never happen again

Am                 Bb
  Oh, so wrong, so wrong

Bb             C
  This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous

C                                                  Am             Bb
  This time, it's looking like another misplaced rend-ezvous With you

Am                 Bb  Am   Bb
  The parallel of you,  you

Bb          Dm           C
  On the out-skirts of no-where

C                 Am
  On the verge of indecision

Am      Bb                        Dm        C
  I'll always take the roundabout way ----- hey----

Am
  Waiting on the rain

      Bb                       C       Dm
  For I was born with a habit, from a sign

C     Am                   Bb                         D
  The habit of a windswept thumb, and the sign of the rain

Bb              D
  Rain on me, rain