| F#m | A | E | B | F#m | | I walk a | lonely road | the only one | that I have ev | er known |
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| F#m | A | E | B | F#m | | Don’t know | where it | goes but it’s | home to me an | d I walk alone |
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| F#m | A | E | B | F#m | | I walk thi | s empty stre | et on the bo | ulevard of br | oken dreams |
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| F#m | A | E | B | F#m | | Where the | city sleeps | and I’m the | only one an | d I walk alone |
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I’m walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind |
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On the border line of the edge and where I walk alone |
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Read between the lines what’s fucked up and everything’s alright |
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Check my vital signs to know I’m still alive and I walk alone |
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| | | D | A | E | B | | | | My s | hadow’s | the only one | that walks beside me, |
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| | | D | A | E | B | | | | My | shallow | heart’s the | only thing that’s beating |
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| | | D | A | E | B | | | | Som | etimes | I wish someo | ne out there will find me |
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| | | D | A | C#7 | | | | till | then | I walk alone |
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