David Sylvian - Ride

^AbmMessages ran all^F# over town ^EbmWords without sound ^DbmCondemned^Ebm me And left me for^Abm dead All o^F#ver again ^EbmIt wasn't the first time, but this time Things wil^Dbml never be the ^Ebmsame

^BmRide, ^Aride the very t^Ghought into the^F# ground In th^Eme church of the lost and f^F#ound ^EmThe angels^D cry ^BmRide,^A ride until the^G darkness close^F#s in Unt^Emil the ravaged soul beg^F#ins To^G reflect the ^F#open skies, r^Abmide

^AbmThe chapel was burned ^F#Razed to the ground Fr^Ebmom the darkest of clouds ^DbmSmall birds ^Ebmtumbled like rai^Abmn Time and a^F#gain Y^Ebmou may go charging at windmills in these days ^DbmAbsurdities never^Ebm change

^BmRide, ^Aride the very t^Ghought into the^F# ground In th^Eme church of the lost and f^F#ound T^Emhe angels ^Dcry ^BmRide,^A ride until the^G darkness close^F#s in U^Emntil the ravaged soul begi^F#ns ^GTo reflect th^F#e open skies, ^Ebmride

In^Ebm the thick of the woods, the word is taboo In ^Dbmthe darkest of continents L^Ebmight can deceive you

^BmRide, ^Aride the very t^Ghought into the^F# ground In th^Eme church of the lost and f^F#ound T^Emhe angels ^Dcry ^BmRide,^A ride until the^G darkness close^F#s in U^Emntil the ravaged soul begi^F#ns ^GTo reflect th^F#e open skies,

^BmRide, ^Asaddle up your ^Gthoughts and ru^F#n to ground In ^Emthis world of lost and fou^F#nd T^Emhe eagles fl^Dy, ride ^Ebm