Am    F
Am    F
Am    F
Am    F
E7
F
E7
F

Am   F
Am   F

Am                                              F
Some where in the outsdie is our passion
Am                                  F
somewhere deep inside the known truth
Am                              F
Somewhere on the inside were crashing
Am                                         F
trying to find love from the telephone booth
E7
love from the telephone booth
F
Love from the telephone, Love from the telephone booth

Am    F
Am    F

Am                              F
Somewhere in a dream we aren't happy
Am                                   F
liveing here just don't seem to give
Am                                F
yet if we don't make it snappy
Am                                           F
we'll find out that dieing is no way to live

E7
dieing is no way to live,
F
dieing is no way,  dieing is no way to live.
Am    F
          no way to live
Am    F
Am    F

Bridge:

Am     G      F    E7    F

Am   F
Am   F
Am   F
Am   F

Am                                      F
someday is a term to be forgotten
Am                               F
today is a word we will forget
Am                                           F
yesterday is the same world we live in
Am                                                      F
and tommorow they make seem like a threat
E7
Tommorow the make seem like a threat,
F
tommorow they make it seem, make it seem like a threat
Am      F
          Make it seem like a threat

Am                         F
somewhere theres a lover
Am                         F
somerwere a woman shine
Am                                  F
yet outside there are all those others
Am                                           F
who have felt the pain of love a thousand times
E7
Pain of love a thousand times
F
Pain of love a thousand times, a thousand times
Am     F
         A thousand times
Am                                  F
Passion is not older than star dust
Am                        F
Love is not younger than hate
Am                            F
Passion is not older than star dust
Am                                F
Love is not younger than hate
Am                              F
Passion is not older than star dust
Am                            F
Love is not younger than hate, not younger than hate, not younger than hate