Synchronicity Ii(Keyboard chords)

	        
Intro:  F#m   D A 

A          A/C#           G  D  G D A             A/C#            G D  G D 
 Another suburban family morning,   grandmother screaming at the wall 
A           A/C#             G               D      G D A              A/C#         G D G D 
 We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies,    we can't hear anything at all 
A                  D/A       B7/A             D/A 
 Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration 
     A                D/A         B7/A D/A 
 But we know all her suicides are fake 
 F/D         E/D             F/D     E/D 
 Daddy only stares into the distance 
         F/D          E/D              D/E E D/E E 
 There's only so much more that he can take  
Am          F/A              G               F6            E              F/E         E   D A 
 Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, at the bottom of a dark, Scottish lake 

A          A/C#           G    D G D     A              A/C#            G D  G D 
 Another industrial ugly morning,   the factory belches filth into the sky 
A           A/C#                  G            D G D  A            A/C#          G   D G D 
 He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,   he doesn't think to wonder why 
      A           D/A                 B7/A             D/A 
 The secretaries pout and preen like, cheap tarts in a red light street 
      A           D/A            B7/A  D/A 
 But all he ever thinks to do is watch 
     F/D           E/D             F/D              E/D 
 And every single meeting with his so-called superior 
      F/D                      E/D     D/E E D/E E 
 Is a humiliating kick in the crotch 
Am          F/A              G             F6            E                F/E  E  
 Many miles away, something crawls to the surface, of a dark Scottish loch 

Solo:   F#m    D A 

A         A/C#            G   D G D A         A/C#               G D  G D 
 Another working day has ended,      only the rush hour hell to face 
A             A/C#           G      D    G   D     A            A/C#      G D G D 
 Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes,  contestants in a suicidal race 
A                 D/A              B7/A          D/A 
 Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance 
     A                   D/A              B7/A  D/A 
 He knows that something somewhere has to break 
    F/D             E/D        F/D            E/D 
 He sees the family home now, looming in the headlights 
     F/D                E/D                     D/E E D/E E   D/E E D/E E 
 The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache 
Am           F/A              G            F6         E                   F/E 
 Many miles away, there's a shadow on the door, of a cottage on the shore 
       E  Dm          E  F/E G/E F/E E F/E G/E F/E         E F/E G/E F/E         E 
 Of a dark, Scottish lake,                    many miles away,      many miles away  

	        

Written by Sting