Current 93 - A sadness song

^EmWhen we touch the world ^G And it f^Cmaj7alls away ^Em When we feel that we're born ^G Just to ^Cmaj7fall apart ^Em And our mother lies in state ^G And the ^Cmaj7broken pitcher glistens ^Em And the snow is at the window ^G Creating n^Cmaj7either sign nor symbol^Em

And t^Amhe earth covers earth^C/E And t^Amhe mud lies in pools^C/E

Where the s^Emand-dunes stretch unbr^Goken And the d^Cmaj7ry wind bends and s^Emighs And the geese are running harm^Gless And o^Cmaj7ur desires are running ^Emwild Then we're looking at the smoke^G That's r^Cmaj7ising from the incense ^Em Neither coming here nor going ^G Neither ^Cmaj7heaven here nor hell ^Em Neither borning here nor birthing ^G Neither ^Cmaj7dying here nor death^Em

And we're w^Amrapped inside our tr^C/Eoubles And we're w^Amrapped inside our p^C/Eain

And w^Emracked with fires with lo^Gnging And our ^Cmaj7eyes are blind with ni^Emght With our fingers clutching co^Gins And our ^Cmaj7thoughts burning with '^EmI' And our eyes cannot be sa^Gted With the w^Cmaj7orld and its nigh^Emtmares With the world and its dre^Gams Though la^Cmaj7ter they'll be fil^Emled

With a s^Ammall handful of d^C/Eust And the ^Amgods appear on the al^C/Etars

A^Emnd we recognise the^Gir face It's a f^Cmaj7ace that we have c^Emarved there And it's full of fear and long^Ging And pr^Cmaj7omises and threat^Ems But they neither stoop to con^Gquer Nor d^Cmaj7o they stoop to pr^Emaise And the mines are void of diam^Gonds That ^Cmaj7we carry in our ra^Emgs

^AmThen all the w^Cmaj7orld seems A s^Emadness song A sadness so^Gng ^Cmaj7 A sadness s^Emong And all the w^Gorld seems ^Cmaj7 A sadness s^Emong