Bm D E F#m x2 A Bm D The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one E F#m A Nothing around for miles Bm D E I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture Chorus: C#m I started something, and forced you to a zone D E F#m And you were clearly never meant to go C#m Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me D E F#m I started something, and now Iʼm not too sure I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr... Thatʼs what tradition means And I danced another venture with a gesture That was absolutely violent Chorus. I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr... Thatʼs what tradition means And now 18 months hard labour seems... fair enough... Chorus.
