Аккорды к песне ​Sting — The Bells Of St Thomas

 
[Intro] 
G Em G Em 
G Em G Em 
  
  
[Verse 1] 
  G 
I wake up in Antwerp 
    Em 
In some rich woman's bed 
     G 
There's a man with a hammer 
    Em 
Inside of my head 
    G 
She says, "I couldn't wake you 
  Em 
I thought you were dead 
    G 
But you talked in your sleep 
    Em 
I don't know what you said" 
  
  
[Verse 2] 
  Cmaj7 
I look in the mirror 
Em 
My eyes bleeding red 
     Cmaj7 
There's a taste in my mouth 
         En 
Of stale brandy and lead 
  Cmaj7 
Don't know how I got here 
Gmaj7 
Or if I was led 
       B 
But I know it's a Sunday 
       G#m 
For the bells in my head 
  
  
[Chorus 1] 
E 
As they call to the faithful 
 C#m 
The quick and the dead 
 G#m                    F# 
The last days of judgement upon us 
    E                  C#m 
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas 
  G#m 
Are calling 
  
  
[Verse 3] 
G 
Shе says, "Are you hungry? 
    Em 
You look underfed" 
      G 
"No, I'd bеtter be going 
       F#m 
I'll have coffee instead" 
    G 
"Let me give you some money" 
Em 
I say, "There's no need 
G 
You don't owe me nothing 
Em 
It's what we agreed" 
  
  
[Verse 4] 
     Cmaj7 
But the room's like a palace 
   Em 
In a book I once read 
    Cmaj7 
And the words that I'm thinking 
    Em 
Would be better unsaid 
  Cmaj7 
I search for my clothes 
   G 
Then she asks if I'll stay 
     B 
"There's a room for you here 
G#m 
My husband's away" 
  
  
[Chorus 2] 
 E 
The bells of St. Thomas 
  C#m 
Are aching with doubt 
   G#m 
They're cracked and they're broken 
           F# 
Like the earth in a drought 
   E 
I've searched for their meaning 
     C#m 
I just never found out 
G#m                    F# 
Whatever they're expecting from us 
     E                   C#m 
Or why the bells on the roof of St. Thomas 
  G#m 
Are crying 
  
  
[Verse 5] 
  A                  F#m 
I walk to the church, though it's empty by now 
 A                  F#m 
The roof like an overturned ship, and a prow 
  A                 F#m 
For a pulpit, and there it is upon the wall 
A              F#m 
St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all 
  
  
[Verse 6] 
     Dmaj7 
It's a painting by Rubens 
F#m 
Painted from life 
     Dmaj7 
And it's flanked by a rich man 
    F#m 
And his elegant wife 
 Dmaj7 
The wounds we all share 
 A 
And yet still need the proof 
   Fm 
You can feign your indifference 
Bbm 
Pretend you're aloof 
  
  
[Chorus 3] 
     F#            D#m 
But the wounds we're denying are there all the same 
    Bbm                 G# 
And the bells of St. Thomas start ringing again 
 F# 
The saint I was named for 
 D#m 
The sceptical brother 
 Bbm 
The rich man's wife 
    G# 
In the arms of another 
    F# 
And the exit wounds 
   D#m 
Of a love that's gone wrong 
Bbm 
She said she was leaving 
     G# 
But she'd already gone 
    F#m                  D 
And the last days of judgement are finally upon on us 
    A              D 
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas 
  A 
Are calling