"Inside Me Again (Immigrants Table)"
Ezio - The Making of Mr Spoons
Homepage http://www.ezio.de
Transcript by John Hudspith
(Music & Lyrics: Ezio Lunedei)

                
       Chords used:  Am     002210
                     F      133211
                     C      332010
                     G      320033
                     E      022100
                     E+     002110     (augmented)
                     Am7    002010
                     D7     000212
                     Fm     133111



                            Intro: Am,F,C,G  x2

        Am                        F
well I found myself eating at an immigrants table
               C                            G
and there were strange voices coming from a black & white TV
          Am                             F
there was steam from the kitchen and it misted up the mirror
          C                               G               Am
and when I wiped on my reflection for the first time I saw me

                         F,C,G
      Am                         F
yes I found myself eating at an immigrants table
           C                               G
there were smiles that would cut through any Sunday gloom
           Am                             F
there were other children playing in the front room & on the staircase
     C                             G
but I had to watch the steam as it swirled around the room

          C
it seemed to hang in the air
E
rise up to the sky
       Am         C
and it circles in space
      D7
after years have gone by
        C
and it drops to the ground
    E
and runs to the sea
    Am               F
the one in the photograph behind me
               C
and it makes a wave
       E
crashes in to the rocks and sand
    Am                 E+             Am7
and wets the soap that takes away the day
               D7
from both your face and hands
      F
and I drank it from a glass
                Fm
and it’s all inside me again

      Am                       F
and I found myself eating at an Immigrants table
               C                           G
and there were brave men talking about the way things used to be
          Am                       F
and everything was clean on those special Sundays
     C                                    G
deep voices made me feel safe and that’s the way it’s meant to be
               Am                                F
and that's the way it's meant to be there is no way you can change it
        C                                    G
you can try with all your might but you'll never rearrange it
Am           F
who we are where we're from
C                     G
where we're going we go there alone
       Am                  F
and we all know joy and we all know fear
       C                        G
and we all know the bittersweet taste of tears

               C
that dry on your face
    E
and rise to the sky
    Am         C
and circle in space
       D7
after years have gone by
          C
and they drop to the ground
    E
and run to the sea
    Am               F
the one in the photograph behind me
               C
and it makes a wave
E
crashes in to the rocks and sand
    Am                  E+            Am7
and wets the soap that takes away the day
               D7
from both your face and hands
      F
and I drank it from a glass
                Fm
and it’s all inside me again

    Am F,C,G,  x2

G                     C
seems to hang in the air
    E
and rise to the sky
     Am        C
and circles in space
       D7
after years have gone by
        C
and it drops to the ground
       E
and it runs to the sea
   Am                F
the one in the photograph behind me
               C
and it makes a wave
       E
crashes in to the rocks and sand
    Am                E+             Am7
and wets the soap that takes away the day
               D7
from both your face and hands
       F
and I drank it from a glass
               Fm
and it’s all inside me again

         Am