Agnes Obel - Dorian

^EmThey won't kn^Gow who we ^Care ^EmSo we both ^Gcan preten^Cd It's ^Emwritten on^G the mount^Cains ^EmA line that ^Gnever end^Cs ^EmAs the devil spoke ^Gwe spilled out on the ^Cfloor ^EmAnd the pieces b^Groke and the people wa^Cnted more ^EmAnd the rugged ^Gwheel is turning a^Cnother round

^CDorian,^Em carrio^Dn, Will ^Cyou come alo^Emng to the e^Dnd W^Cill you ever l^Emet us carry ^Don

^EmSwaying l^Gike the ^Cchildren, ^EmSingled ^Gout for ^Cpraise ^EmThe inside o^Gut on the op^Cen, ^EmWith the s^Gtraightest ^Cface

As the ^Emsad-eyed woman ^Gspoke we missed our c^Chance, The ^Emfinal dying j^Goke caught in our h^Cands ^EmAnd the rugged^G wheel is turning a^Cnother round

^CDorian,^Em carrion^D, Wil^Cl you come alon^Emg to the en^Dd Wi^Cll you ever l^Emet us carry ^Don Dor^Cian will you^Em follow us down^D