Mission Street
Vienna TengVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
|xx0222|
|xx0333|
D79 |xx0555|
|xx0433| (verse)
|320003| (refrain)
|022000|
|x02230|
|x02220|
Mission Street
Vienna Teng
(Warm Strangers - 2004)
Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger
Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn
Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane
As I sit as though awaiting some return
And my hands are cold tonight
I'm sleepless in this dark
Forgetting what it was I came to find
And it seems that I've been wrong
More than I've been right
More than I've been right
Mission Street calls out to me by name
Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head
Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath
Like an offering of contraband misread
And my hands are cold tonight
On the strings of this guitar
Looking for the chords of what I've left behind
And it seems that I've been wrong
More than I've been right
More than I've been right
Mission Street is alive at every hour
Like I've never been and feared I may not ever be
A light so steady on the mountains in the distance
A solitude so deep it might awaken me
Well my hands are cold tonight
But the sky is bright with stars
And I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blind
And it seems the more I'm wrong
The more that I am right
The more that I am right
Mission Street
Mission Street
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Readable chord sheet for Mission Street by Vienna Teng
[Dmaj7] |xx0222|
[Gm] |xx0333|
D79 |xx0555|
[G] |xx0433| (verse)
|320003| (refrain)
[Em] |022000|
[Asus4] |x02230|
[A] |x02220|
Mission Street
Vienna Teng
(Warm Strangers - 2004)
[Dmaj7] [Gm]
[Dmaj7] Mission Street is a [Gm]striking dark-eyed stranger
Who [Dmaj7]speaks a language [D79]I don't know but [G]long to learn [Gm]
Its [Dmaj7]cadences fall endlessly [Gm]beyond the windowpane
As I [Dmaj7]sit as though a[Gm]waiting some re[Dmaj7]turn
And my[D7] hands are cold to[G]night
I'm sleepless in this [Em]dark
For[Em]getting what it [A]was I came to find
And it[D7] seems that I've been [G]wrong
More than I've been [Em]right
More than I've been [Asus4]right [A]
[Dmaj7] Mission Street calls [Gm]out to me by name
Then hurries [Dmaj7]on before I've [D79]hardly turned my [G]head [Gm]
[Dmaj7] Promises of answers muttered [Gm]underneath her breath
Like an [Dmaj7]offering of [Gm]contraband mis[D]read
And my[D7] hands are cold to[G]night
On the strings of this [Em]guitar
Looking for the chords of [A]what I've left behind
And it[D7] seems that I've been [G]wrong
More than I've been [Em]right
More than I've been [Asus4]right [A]
[Dmaj7] [Gm]
[Dmaj7] Mission Street is a[Gm]live at every hour
Like I've [Dmaj7]never been and [D79]feared I may not [G]ever be [Gm]
[Dmaj7] A light so steady on the [Gm]mountains in the distance
A [Dmaj7]solitude so [Gm]deep it might a[A]waken me
Well my[D7] hands are cold to[G]night
But the sky is bright with [Em]stars
And I'm tearing through the [Asus4]veil that keeps me bli[A]nd
And it[D7] seems the more I'm [G]wrong
The more that I am [Em]right
The more that I am [Asus4]right [A]
[Dmaj7]Mission Street [Gm]
Mission [Dmaj7]Street [Gm] [D5]