Chords from Davide Musiani - Bologna, Italy discussions or anything else...
Closer than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage,
of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by - a little more - you can't remember
what it was you wanted anyway
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face
The face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable
Private Hell, Private Hell
The man who you once loved - is blad and fat - and seldom in working late as usual Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but Private Hell, Private Hell
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing
her husband Terry - and your grandchildren
Think of Edward - who's still at college
you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care - they don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own
Private Hell, Private Hell
The morning slips away - in a valium haze - and catalogues a numerous cups of coffe In the afternoon - the weekly food - is put in bags you float off down the high street The shops windows reflect - play a nameless host - to a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy - a victim of your misery Private Hell, Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash
inside you crack - you can't go on - but you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your - Private Hell
Sanity at last inside your - Private Hell
NOTE: I have recognised the chords above with a PIANO, and not a guitar, so it's impossible for me to find out the exact notes that the great Paul plays during the short guitar solos. I'm sorry but you will have to do it by yourself !!! Of course, suggestions are welcome ad encouraged.
