Bm The lanes were silent D E F# There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles Bm I doused our friendly venture D E With a hard-faced three-word gesture Chorus: C#m7 C#7 I started something, I forced you to a zone D7 E7 F7 F# And you were clearly never meant to go C#m7 Hair brushed and parted C#7 Typical me, typical me, typical me D7 I started something E7 F7 F# And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And I doused another venture With a gesture That was absolutely vile Chorus: I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And now eighteen months' hard labour Seems fair enough Chorus: I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means Chorus: I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means Okay Stephen. Do that again | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#m C#7 C#m7 D D7 E E7 F# F7 Bm |