Elvis Costello - Indoor Fireworks

#INDOOR FIREWORKS ELVIS COSTELLO We play these 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' (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

# #Return-Path: <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> #Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:12:12 EDT #Subject: Elvis_Costello/IndoorFireworks.crd # # #@SONG: Indoor Fireworks #Elvis Costello #Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu # # We play these To the part where everybody loves to cry 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 (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

Return-Path: Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:12:12 EDT Subject: Elvis_Costello/IndoorFireworks.crd @SONG: Indoor Fireworks Elvis Costello Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu We play these To the part where everybody loves to cry 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 door (guitaretab.com)

Return-Path: Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:12:12 EDT Subject: Elvis_Costello/IndoorFireworks.crd @SONG: Indoor Fireworks Elvis Costello Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu We play these To the part where everybody loves to cry 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 door (guitartabs.cc)

@SONG: Indoor Fireworks Elvis Costello We play these To the part where everybody loves to cry 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 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 (azchords.com)