D A D A
They're waiting to hate you
D A E
So give them an excuse
[this repeats for all verses]
G D
Hats off to my distant hope
A
I'm held back by a velvet rope
G D A
And he's behind the wall the smoke machine has made between us
G D A
And if he does exist, if camera clicking, green room guests swirl round the
G
man whose real life can be touched
G
Then I will do just that much
[this repeats for the next stanza]