Viva La Pompeii chords

Capo 2

[INTRO]
[C] [D] [G] [Em]
[C] [G] [Em] [D]

[VERSE 1]
[C]I was left [G]to my own [Em]de-v-i-c-e-s[D]
M[C]any days f[G]ell away with n[Em]othing to s[D]how

And the w[C]alls kept tumbling d[G]own
In the city that we[Em] l-o-v-e-[D]d
Great cl[C]ouds roll over the h[G]ills
Bringing darkness from [Em]a-b-o-v-[D]e

But I [Em]used to ru[C]le the wo[D]rld
Seas would [G]rise when I gave the [Em]word
Now in the morning I [C]sleep al[D]one
Sweep the [G]streets I used to [Em]own

[INTERLUDE]
[C] [D] [G] [Em] x2

[Em]I used to[C] roll the [D]dice
Feel the f[G]ear in my enemy's [Em]eyes
Listen as the [C]crowd would s[D]ing:
"Now the o[G]ld king is dead! L[Em]ong live the king!"
On[Em]e minute I [C]held the [D]key
Next the [G]walls were closed on [Em]me
And I discovered that my c[C]astles st[D]and
Upon [G]pillars of salt and p[Em]illars of sand

[CHORUS]
N.C. C
But if you close your eyes,
Does it a[G]lmost feel like
N[Em]othing changed at [D]all?
And if you close your e[C]yes,
Does it a[G]lmost feel like
Y[Em]ou've been here bef[D]ore?
How a[C]m I gonna be an o[G]ptimist ab[D]out this?
How a[C]m I gonna be an o[G]ptimist ab[D]out this?

[VERSE 2]
It was the wicked and w[C]ild wi[D]nd
Blew down the [G]doors to let me [Em]in.
Shattered windows and the [C]sound of [D]drums
People [G]couldn't believe what[Em] I'd become
[Em]Revolutio[C]naries [D]wait
For my h[G]ead on a silver [Em]plate
Just a puppet on a [C]lonely [D]string
Oh [G]who would ever want to be [Em]king?

And the w[C]alls kept tumbling d[G]own
In the city that we[Em] l-o-v-e-[D]d
Great cl[C]ouds roll over the h[G]ills
Bringing darkness from [Em]a-b-o-v-[D]e

[CHORUS]
I [C]hear Jerusalem [D]bells are ringing
[G]Roman Cavalry [Em]choirs are singing
[C]Be my mirror, my [D]sword, and shield
My [G]missionaries in a [Em]foreign field
[C]For some reason I [D]can't explain
[G]Once you got it was n[Em]ever
never an ho[C]nest wo[D]rd
But that was w[G]hen I ruled the [Em]world

[BRIDGE]
[C]Oh where do we beg[G]in?
The r[Em]ubble or our s[D]ins?
[C]Oh where do we beg[G]in?
The r[Em]ubble or our s[D]ins?

[CHORUS]
I [C]hear Jerusalem [D]bells are ringing
[G]Roman Cavalry [Em]choirs are singing
[C]Be my mirror, my [D]sword, and shield
My [G]missionaries in a [Em]foreign field
[C]For some reason I [D]can't explain
I [G]know Saint Peter won't [Em]call my name,
nev[C]er an honest [D]word
But that was w[G]hen I ruled the w[Em]orld
How a[C]m I gonna be an o[G]ptimist ab[D]out this?
How a[C]m I gonna be an o[G]ptimist ab[D]out this?
But if you close your e[C]yes,
Does it a[G]lmost feel like
[Em]Nothing changed at a[D]ll?