Intro (D) (F#m) (C#m) (D) (F#m) (C#m) Verse 1 H(D)old on to my dreams and I’ll come (F#m)find them in y(C#m)our room (D)I reach out?in thought, expect you w(F#m)orking on a t(C#m)une But you’re t(D)ending to some flowers that have (F#m)long ceased (C#m)to bloom The f(D)resh smell of cinnamon en(F#m)lightens all th(C#m)e gloom Is t(Em)hat what you hang on (D)to? H(D)old on to my memories and (F#m)write ‘em down (C#m)for me Y(D)ou might find a friend in your neg(F#m)lected his(C#m)tory And o(D)ne day you might wanna dwell on (F#m)all the distant (C#m)years The st(D)eady smell of cinnamon can’t m(A)ake them d(C#m)isappear Or is t(Em)hat what you were hoping f(D)or? Chorus (F#m) (C#m) (D). Another d(F#m)reamless (C#m)night (D). Fixing you (F#m)up (C#m) (D). Your favourite lu(A)llaby(C#/F) (F#m) (C#m) Sile(D)nce Verse 2 H(D)old on to my words and I’ll come (F#m)place them on y(C#m)our tongue The r(D)eason you recall them is ‘cause you (F#m)knew them all (C#m)along Though s(D)omehow when you speak them no(F#m)w they sound a(C#m)ll wrong The s(D)un shines on the cinnamon fl(A)oating from t(C#m)he bong Is (Em)that what it has c(D)ome to? Chorus (F#m) (C#m) (D). Another d(F#m)reamless (C#m)day (D). Passing you (F#m)by (C#m) (D). Strolling your t(A)ime (C#/F)away (F#m) (C#m) Blind e(D)yed Another (F#m)dreamless (C#m)daze (D). I’m right be(F#m)hind (C#m) (D). Ready for w(A)hen you (C#/F)wake (F#m) (C#m) I’m too (D)kind Outro Just too k(D)ind (F#m) (C#m) (D) (F#m) (C#m) (D) (F#m) (C#m) (Em) (D).