Аквариум — Up In Smoke

Вступление [D]Book o[Bm]f love [A]in fro[D]nt of me T[G]ries to bite[D] my[A] chin; [D]Angel[Bm] right[A] behin[D]d my shoulder W[G]aits to Do[D] me[A] in; [Bm]I wish [G]I had a heart To [Bm]walk me lik[A]e a dog - But[D] lif[A]e's[G] a s[D]weet thing, G[G]oing up i[D]n smoke. Used to be a passenger, Now they take me as their own; Used to be a fisher-king But now my cross is gone. I wish I had some faith, But all I Do is talk - And life's a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. We could be engineers, We could drive a coach; Could be real New Age With positive approach. I wish I still could laugh, I wish it was a joke - But life's a sweet thing, Going up in smoke.