Blind Pilot - Paint or pollen

^GDon't move an inch^{Bm Dm}listen for a ^Csinging ^Chitting in your ^Gbones like they were ^Dforts ^D

If you^G hear what I^Bm hear ^Dmdon't just sit ^Cthere we are^C only strumming^G water on this^D most unlikely^C court ^C

You got^G blown shore to^Bm shore ^Dmnot quite sail^Cing ^Criding on the ^Gtrade-winds of ^Dage ^D

^GThings blow^Bm in ^EmDon't just cast^C them ^Gsay it now w^Dhat you want to s^Gtay ^G

I was^G once on a l^Bmong boat ^Dmstar mapping the ^Cnight roots ^Clightening the ^Gload just in^D case ^D

Bu^Gt things^Bm float i^Emn to be^C taken if^G you don't know by^D now what will sta^Gy ^G

So don't move an^G inch don't move a^Em single second until the^C shade behind your^C thoughts is not^D confused ^D cause I felt you^Gr itch I know the^Em scent as well as any

clotting your^C garden of paints or^C pollen brick in your^D mortar petals to^D soak in on the^C cracks thicker or^C finer milk in your^D water black in your^D primer wood in your^C brush Now I am your^C cloth whatever you^D want the best is ^Dupon us ^CIt's a finicky muse^C with only^D potential ^D

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