Berlin Syndrome Chords

Capo 1(Key: Cm)

Bm
Found you outside on the platform
           Am
You'd been crying for all the tricks
            F#
and all the lying
 
And all the miles away from home you were
 
         Am
And the ticket inspector here,
           C        F#
he doesn't recognise me
     Am
He's remembered every face
                C  F#
he's seen since 1963
 
      Bm
Well, fine, fuck it, I don't care,
                 Am
I don't care anymore
 
Anyway, it's not like anyone here's
          F#
keeping a score
 
Between me and the German fucking rail step
 
      Am
So we hit the Autobahns back south
       C         F#
to the border of town
       Am
To the red flags of Schaffhausen
          C               F#
where the cowbell key rings out
 
           Bm
And if the devil loves details,
                             Am
then godliness floats in the vague
                                        F#
And I can't remember how I felt at that stage
 
Though I'm pretty sure that
 
I was in love with you
 
        Am
And you picked your favourite saint
              C              F#
And bought an ashtray in her name
         Am
From the gift shop by the lake
                C             F#
That bled blue rivers full of rain
 
    Bm
And truth was stretched like clingfilm
       Am
Over a jar of the kind
                 F#
they have by the Autobahns
 
And I pissed on my own shoes
 
for what seemed like hours
 
    Am
And word junk caught like cooties
          C      F#
from your mother tongue
         Am
With the upspeak of a faker,
         C              F#
in other words I left unsung
 
    Bm
But you were so young
                        Am
and I was old enough to know
 
These things never turn out
            F#
how you had supposed
 
When you are exchanging your final monologues
 
      Am
So as I left you in the lobby
         C                    F#
I set my Walkman down on your knee
    Am
I'd imagined it romantic,
     C            F#
like Troilus' new sleeve
 
      Bm
Since then you just make cameos
          Am
when I'm asleep
 
You're the William Shatner
         F#
of this elite genre of
 
Women that I have loved and lost
 
         Am
But with Facebook, hope and Myspace
        C             F#
I could find you in a key stroke
        Am
But for effers and the likelihood
           C             F#
you'd have found another bloke