Head In The Clouds chords by Gerry Cinnamon

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)



Capo: No Capo

INTRO:
C G
C G

Am G C
Uuuh

Verse 1:
G       C    G     C
 Head in the clouds or under the weather
G     Am           G           C
 More late nights of the same old shite and you care to remember
G      C     G     C
 Rough as a stone or light as a feather
G           Am             G          C
 You're on top of the world and you smile looking down on side with the lava
G C

G             Am          G           C
 They tell you "Nothing is free, only thing guaranteed is a load of palava"

G C G

Am G C
Uuuh

Verse 2:
G       C     G     C
 Head in the clouds or under the weather
G       Am            G            C
 Having your fun with two weeks in the sun then the rest is December
G        C         G       C
 But somethings appearing, it's blurring your vision
G          Am           G             C
 And it's cutting a shape like a hot razor blade with your deadly precision
G C

G            Am            G            C
 Now you're caught in a game, you don't know how to play but you win by decision

G C G

Am G C
Uuuh

Verse 3:
G       C      G     C
 The bonny is burning, the craziest feeling
G         Am             G             C
 Down in your guards where you hide all the things you don't want to be hearing
G        C       G       C
 Your feeling is burning, you try not to fight it
G         Am            G             C
 So you try to be cool but then act like a fool, you don't how to hide it
G C

G            Am              G            C
 'Cause it feels like a dream That you're through on goal In the final and skied it

G C G

Am G C
Uuuh

Verse 4:
G        C      G        C
 The answer is starin', though you're no very clever
G         Am        G           C
 You're still stupid enough to know that you can't run forever
G C

G           Am            G           C
 On your mind every day, gives the pain goes away every time you're together

G C G

Am G C
Uuuh

Verse 5:
G          C     G     C
 Take a trip to the jungle, become a magician
G        Am          G          C
 Find an army of wise old shamen and hope they kill your condition
G C

G     Am        G        C
 No more satellite navigation to reach your position
G C

G    Am         G            C
I don't know if your really in love but I have my suspicions