Arctic Monkeys - Secret Door Chords

SECRET DOOR by ARCTIC MONKEYS (Chords)

INTRO:

A# (4 bars)

A#          D#m            Gm
Fools on parade cavort and carry on
            Dm  
For waiting eyes
               Cm                        Dm 
That you would rather be beside than in front of
          Cm                        Dm
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

then:

Gm Dm A# F x2 

VERSE 1:

     Gm      F     A#          F
She swam out of tonight’s phantasm

(same goes for this below)

Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There’s absolutely nothing for us here
It’s a magnolia celebration
To be attempted on a Wednesday night
It’s better than to get a reputation
As a miserable little tyke
At least that’s the conclusion
She came to in this overture

Last bar before chorus:

Gm - F - A# - Cm,D#m -

CHORUS 1:

Dm                             Gm
      The secret door swings behind us
                   Cm
      She’s saying nothing
                  A#        A      
      She’s just giggling along

VERSE 2:

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
I’m unveiling the unexpected
How she was never gonna look to?
Suddenly embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature
Survive in such a habitat

Last bar before chorus:

Gm - F - A# - Cm,D#m -

CHORUS 2:
Dm                           Gm       
    The secret door swings behind us
                  Cm
    She’s saying nothing
                Gm
    She’s just giggling along
Dm                           Gm
    And even if they were to find us
               Cm                    Dm          F
    I wouldn’t notice        I’m completely occupied  at all the

 A#        D#m
Fools on parade
            Gm                  Dm
Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
                Cm                       Dm
That you would rather be beside than in front of
          Cm                         F
But she’s never been the kind  to be hollowed by the stares

Fools on parade
Frolic and f**k about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you’re daft to think she’d care