Chords for Marillion - Bitter Suite (Lyrics) [HQ]

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[B] A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow, _ [G#] not the regal creature of border
caves, _ [A] but the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of [B] some obscure Scottish poet. _ _
[E] The mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance [C#] to curl under a cascade
of neon pollen.
[E] While I sit, tied to the phone like an expectant father, your [C#] carnation will rot in a vase.
[A] A train sleeps in a siding, the driver guzzles another can of [B] lager, lager, _ _ [D] to wash away
the memories of a Friday night down [B] at the club.
She _ _ [A] was a wallflower at sixteen, she'll be a wallflower at thirty [C#]-four. _
_ _ _ [A] Her mother called her beautiful, her daddy said, [C#] ahoy.
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ The sky [D] was fond of black and yellow [C] when I met the [F#] maid to live.
[Bm] She was paralysed in a streetlight, she [G] refused to give her name.
And [D] the ring of fire bruises, [F#] they were pins upon her arm.
[Bm] Two hundred francs for a sanctuary, and [G] she led me by the hand.
Through [D] a room of dancing shadows, [C] where all the hearted [F#] disappears.
[Bm] And from the glowing tongues of candles, I [G] heard a whisper in my ear,
Jean [D]-Tonton Kerr.
Jean [G]-Tonton Kerr.
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[Bm] I can hear your heart, I can hear [G] your heart, I can hear your heart, hear [D] your heart.
Hear [G] your heart.
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_ _ [A#] _ _ _ It's getting late, [Dm]
we're [F] scribbling and scratching on the [A#] paper.
_ Something's gonna give under [Am] this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show.
It's [D] too late, [Dm] the weekend career [A#] girl never boarded the plane.
They said this could [Am] never happen again.
Oh, [A#] so wrong, so wrong.
This [D] time, it seems to be another [Am] misplaced rendezvous.
This [Dm] time, [D] it's looking like [Am] another misplaced rendezvous.
With [A#] you, _ [Am] the [A#] parallel of you, _ [Am] _ you. _ _
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[Dm] _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [A#] _ On the [C] outskirts of nowhere, on [Dm] the ring road to somewhere,
[Am] on the verge of indecision, [A#] I'll always take the [Dm] roundabout [C] way.
_ [F] _ [Am] Waiting on the rain, [A#] for I was born with [Dm] a habit from [Dm] a sign,
[Am] the habit of the [A#] windswept thumb and the sign of [D] the rain. _ _ _ _