Dustin Kensrue - Death or glory

^GAn old bearded oak of a man in the street ye^Clls "A storm is coming soon" T^Emhe weather man says it will never rain ag^Cain ^GBy their own respective philosophies, one of them's just a body Reading t^Celeprompts in two-piece suits One of t^Emhem is too strange and splendid for any to comp^Crehend ^Am

^GI feel something's coming for me ^CIs this death or glory that h^Emangs like lightning in the a^Cir? It's been ^Gyears of barren skies But ^CI see dark horizons d^Emraped like night beyond this gla^Cre

O^Gut there at the edge of town, where the wind whips up W^Chispering my name I ^Emwalk the streets of this withered and wick^Ced land My s^Ghadow darkens the door of a place I ain't been before B^Cut I shamble off in shame Throwing ^Emrocks at the rooks with these brittle and broken ^Chands ^Am

^GI feel something's coming for me ^CIs this death or glory that h^Emangs like lightning in the a^Cir? It's been ^Gyears of barren skies But ^CI see dark horizons d^Emraped like night beyond this gla^Cre ^D

^AmI swear I feel the rain in my bones, and ^CI Imagine thunder shattering stones, play^Eming "Crack the S^Dky" I^Am was scared I might be lost in the flood but now I see^C more than that, I'm just longing for love in this l^Emand so d^Dry

^GIn the dark of the night I woke with a start, and I ^CStared across the room ^EmBut all I saw was this dream burned across my bra^Cin ^GFrom here to the ocean there was a field of roses, and I W^Catched them burst and bloom I^G saw them wither and fade but revive W^Chen they felt the rain start to fall

^GI feel something's coming for me ^CIs this death or glory that h^Emangs like lightning in the a^Cir? It's been ^Gyears of barren skies But ^CI see dark horizons d^Emraped like night beyond this gla^Cre ^G