Intro C#m G#m (2x) Verse C#m G#m The sky has scrapers now. C#m G#m The streets are made of clothes. A C#m Embroidered on every single sleeve. Instrumental C#m G#m (2x) C#m C#m G#m Some of us have seen. B A The Golden Arrows poised. A B Arc across the plaints C#m Turns us pale. C#m G#m Some of us have seen. B A The Golden Arrows poised. A B Arc across the plaints C#m Turns us pale. Outro C#m G#m (4x) C#m