Tom :Am
 
Am                 E
  In an anonymous rendez-vous
                              Am
where the forbidden lovers repair
         C                         G
They're burning down another damn candle
         E                      F7M
they're melting the tables and chairs
 

   Am                           E
Beneath them applause from the balcony
                                   Am
whenever they accomplished making love
C                                    G
Other times they thought they heard laughter
 E                       F7M
coming from the balcony above
 

       G                         D
  She lies to his right and she carelessly resites
  Em                        D
  All of her brand new appetites
             G                          D
  She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
  Em                         E
  Since she came back to him After the fall
 

         Am                     E
She said You never visited the countryside
                              Am
So I've made you a country to order
     C                           G
She put up a little tent in the bedroom
  E                         F7M
Crickets played on a tape recorder
 

    Am                           E
The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars
                             Am
She noticed his skin turning cold
 C                              G
Burning all his clothes on the bonfire
            E                         F7M
Relax she whispered and tightened the blindfold
 

       G                         D
  She lies to his right and she carelessly resites
  Em                        D
  All of her brand new appetites
             G                          D
  She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
  Em                         E
  Since she came back to him After the fall
 

        Am                      E
You've changed but not for the better, babe 
                                Am
I'd tell you why but what's the use
 C                            G
'Cause it's the same kind of pity
    E                     F7M
a drunkard gives as his excuse
 

Am                             E
You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin
                                Am
Now your eyes are deserted and quiet
         C                              G
We both look like those poor shattered mannequins
         E                       F7M
Thrown through the window in the riot
 

       G                       D
  She lies in his arms and without any qualms
  Em                   D
  Revels in shallow delights
             G                          D
  She seems brittle and small it don't look like her at all
  Em                         E
  Since she came back to him After the fall