(Riff 1)

    Am        G/B    C                G
E|----------------------------------------------------------|
B|-1----1---0--3-----5---5---5------------------------------|
G|---2---2-------------0---0---0-----4---4---4--5---5---5---|
D|----2---2-------------0---0---0------0---0------0---0-----|
A|-0-----------2-----3--------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------3----------3-----------|
     G
E|------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------|
G|---4---4---4--5p4---4---------------------|
D|-----0---0--------5-----------------------|
A|------------------------------------------|
E|---3--------------------------------------|

(Riff 1)

 Am   G/B  C     G
I make my days a story you told
 Am   G/B  C     G
To pay my times to live in cold
 Am   G/B  C    G
A cure above my infancy
 Am  G/B  C    G
Lost behind my symphony

Dm          C          G
The angels, they crying for me
Dm          C          G
The angels, they make all we see
Dm          C          G
The angels, intend me to be
Dm          C          G
An angel, who live on the street

F          C          G
Pardon me, pardon me
Dm     Am7   C         G
And now, we scream for greed
Dm     Am7   C    G
For now, remember deep
Dm     Am7   C        G
Anyway, how happy could be?
Dm    Am7   C     G         E7
Anyway, a pain to agree

 Am   G/B  C     G
Stay right here, and take your lucky
 Am     G/B     C        G
And how I could hide, my lonely love
 Am     G/B C     G
And all my words, an ego lie
 Am   G/B  C     G
I did and turned to my own line

Dm          C          G
The angels, they cry for me
Dm          C          G
The angels, they make all we see
Dm          C          G
The angels, intend me to be
Dm          C          G
An angel, who live on the street

F          C          G
Pardon me, pardon me
Dm     Am7   C         G
And now, we scream for greed
Dm     Am7   C    G
For now, remember deep
Dm     Am7   C        G
Anyway, how happy could be?
Dm    Am7   C     G         E7
Anyway, a pain to agree