Lips of London

(Toggle 1st string on-off in F and G for riff)

|C	|F	|F	|G
                     F
I thought I heard my name
               G
On the lips of London
                       F    Dm
It might have been the rain
                      G
It might have been a dream

                  F
There’s a cherry stain
               G
On the lips of London
              F      Dm
And a nagging pain
                 G              
Everywhere I’ve been

                  C
There’s a ring of cranes
               F
On the lips of London
               Dm
Tearing at the edges
               G
Pulling up the dead
               C
But I can’t forget
              F
Those lips of London
                Dm
Say the saddest things
          G
They ever said

                 F
I spent a lot of time
               G
On the lips of London
            F
Living in a bind
    Dm           G
And dying to be free

                   F
More than a little wine
                  G
Passed my lips in London
                  F
So when I drink I find
       Dm            G
It all comes back to me

                  C
There’s a ring of cranes
               F
On the lips of London
               Dm
Tearing at the edges

               G
Pulling up the dead
                C
But I can’t forget
              F
Those lips of London
                 Dm
Say the saddest things
          G
They ever said

                     Dm
You break a heart in two
             C
You break a spell
                Dm
And each one is left
                         G
With the other's half as well

|F	|G	|F	|G

                     F
I thought I heard my name
                G
On the lips of London
                    F     Dm
But it was just the rain
                G
It was just the wind

                 F
And the sweetest thing
                  G
About the lips of London
              F     
Was how they smiled
              C
To the bitter end

                   C       
There’s a ring of cranes
                F
On the lips of London
               Dm
Tearing at the edges
               G
Pulling up the dead
               C
But I can’t forget
               F
Those lips of London
                Dm
Say the saddest things
          G
They ever said

|F	|G 	(to fade)

Transcribed by Americo Jimenez