Am B Strange, I've seen that face before Dm Am I’ve seen him hanging around my door B Like a hawk stealing for the prey Dm Am Like the night waiting for the day Strange, he shadows me back home His footsteps echo on the stones Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange, he's standing there alone His staring eyes chill me to the bone | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm Dm B |