| E | |
| We play these | parlour games |
| We play at make believe |
| A | E/G# | F#m | |
| When we get to the part where | I say | that I'm | going to leave |
| A | E/G# | F#m | B | E | |
| Every | body | loves a | happy ending but | we don't even | try |
| A | E/G# | F#m | |
| We go | straight | past pretending |
| B | |
| To the part where everybody loves to cry |
| (chorus) |
| E | |
| Indoor fireworks |
| Can still burn your fingers |
| B | |
| Indoor fireworks |
| E | |
| We swore we were safe as houses |
| They're not so spectacular |
| A | E/G# | F#m | |
| They don't | burn up | in the s | ky |
| But they can dazzle or delight |
| B | |
| Or bring a tear |
| E | |
| When the smoke gets in your | eyes |
| You were the spice of life |
| The gin in my vermouth |
| And though the sparks would fly |
| I thought our love was fireproof |
| Sometimes we'd fight in public darling |
| With very little cause |
| But different kinds of sparks would fly |
| When we got on our own behind closed doors |
| (chorus) |
| It's time to tell the truth |
| These things have to be faced |
| My fuse is burning out |
| And all that powder's gone to waste |
| Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through |
| I'll build a bonfire of my dreams |
| And burn a broken effigy of me and you |
| (chorus) |
| from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany |
| e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com |
| lyrics and chords of: Indoor Fireworks by The Costello Show (Elvis Costello) |
| Suggestions and corrections are always welcome! |
| date: 95/10/15 |
| T+M: MacManus |
| E | |
| We play these parlour games |
| We play at make believe |
| E7 | A | |
| When we get to the part where | I say that I'm go | ing to leave |
| A | B | E | |
| Ever | ybody loves a happy ending but | we don't even t | ry |
| A | |
| We go straight past pretending |
| B | C#m | |
| To the part where everybody l | oves to cry |
| E | |
| In | door fireworks |
| Can still burn your fingers |
| B | |
| In | door fireworks |
| E | |
| We swore we were as safe as houses |
| They're not so spectecular |
| E7 | A | |
| They don' | t burn up in the s | ky |
| B | |
| By they can dazzle and del | ight |
| F#m | B | |
| Or bring a t | ear |
| B | E | |
| When the sm | oke gets in your e | yes |
| E | |
| You were the sp | ice of life |
| The gin in my vermouth |
| And though the sparks would fly |
| E7 | A | |
| I th | ought our love was fire | proof |
| A | |
| Some | times we'd fight in public darling |
| B | E | |
| With | very little ca | use |
| A | |
| But diff | erent kinds of sparks would fly |
| B | C#m | |
| When we g | ot on our own b | ehind closed doors |
| E | |
| In | door fireworks |
| Can still burn your fingers |
| B | |
| In | door fireworks |
| E | |
| We swore we were as safe as houses |
| They're not so spectecular |
| E7 | A | |
| They don' | t burn up in the s | ky |
| B | |
| By they can dazzle and del | ight |
| F#m | B | |
| Or bring a t | ear |
| B | E | |
| When the sm | oke gets in your e | yes |
| E | |
| It's time to t | ell the truth |
| These things have to be faced |
| My fuse is burning out |
| E7 | A | |
| And | all the powder's g | one to waste |
| A | B | E | |
| Do | n't think for a moment dear that we | 'll ever be thr | ough |
| A | |
| I'll bu | lid a bonfire of my dreams |
| B | C#m | |
| And b | urn a broken effigy o | f me and you |
| E | |
| In | door fireworks |
| Can still burn your fingers |
| B | |
| In | door fireworks |
| E | |
| We swore we were as safe as houses |
| They're not so spectecular |
| E7 | A | |
| They don' | t burn up in the s | ky |
| B | |
| By they can dazzle and del | ight |
| F#m | B | |
| Or bring a t | ear |
| B | E | |
| When the sm | oke gets in your e | yes |
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