This is designed to give a flavour of the songs as played on a guitar only. Time signature where tricksy is noted note E chord is best played as a progression of D on the 4th fret as: e 0 B 5 G 4 D x A x E x Intro: 4 bars of A

^ALong before the living past had ^Cripped it all apart ^ASomething still remained until It ^Fmaj7flashed back to the start ^AWhere it stands, nobody saw be^Chind the blackest eyes ^A Show them how you're stronger now it ^Fmaj7pays to advertise ^Em7wisely D E) C#m Dmaj7 D E C#m Dmaj7 Day after day with you in my head I said some things I shouldn't have said ^DFor reasons unk^Enown that ^C#mI now fo^Dmaj7rget I ^Dgave you no love, w^Ehich^C#m I now re^Dmaj7gret

Asus --------- Asus (let ring)

^AWhat I'd give to hear again those ^Ceverlasting songs ^AWhy did all the accidents ^Fmaj7contrive to fall at once? Only ^Dday after ^Eday with ^C#myou in my ^Dmaj7thoughts ^DI never ^Eknew ^C#mtime was so ^Dmaj7short For ^Donce in my ^Elife I ^C#mwasn't al^Dmaj7one with ^Dblood on my ^Ehands how ^C#mcould I have ^Dmaj7known?

Am -------------- Dm

^AmUsed to be the great white hope once I walked on ^Dmwater ^AmNow I barely stay afloat balance out of ^Dmorder ^AbWith every sympathy ^Gmworn away ^Fm who can I return to ^Bbnow? ^AmFor the time that I have left I scan that cold ho^Dmrizon ^AmSearching for a kindred soul, someone to re^Dmly upon ^AbWe disconnected and ^GmHeaven sent s^Fmheltered in dead air, ^Bbhidden everywhere

^DThe sky lights ^Aup ab^Gove Am^Derica ^A ^DThe world is ^Alost but l^Goves Ame^Drica ^A ^BmWhen the ^Geyes of children ^Bmsee the on^Aes left standing ^BmAnd the re^Ast begin to ^Gfinally under^Astand ^DThe hand of ^AGod de^Gfends Ame^Drica ^A ^DAnd who would ^Anot def^Gend Ame^Drica? ^A ^BmWe've got light on our side ^Bmwe're in p^Aole position ^Bm So p^Araise the Lord and ^Graise the ammun^Aition ^Dhigh

D ---- C ---- Bb --- A

^CRaise it ^G hi^Dgh D ---- C ---- Bb --- A ---- Eb ---- E

Hide where you can We will shoot you where you stand (Section in 7/4 time)

^EI've walked a million miles upon an open road And once in every while without the will to carry ^Bmon Hours ^Aheld me too ^Bmlong in o^Cne location

^EAn old familiar tale, a glory to behold A work of genius, the greatest story ever ^Bmsold As you ^Asign on the ^Bmline, as you ^Cdo what you're ^Atold A G A A-A B-B C-C B-B A-A (played as A progression) All you sell is your soul

^EI've been this way before I've seen it many times Collision on the track the fiction turning into ^Bmfact No-one ^Adares to look ^Bmback, ^Cbest you start to pre^Apare ^AFor the har^Gvest ^Aahead, ^Gall you ^Alose is your^C#mself

C#m -- B -- A -- G#m

^C#mI'm brought to ^Blife with a ^Aseries of ^G#mshocks ^C#mI r^F#mealise that you are ^Agone from my ^G#mlife ^C#mAnd still I ^Bcling to the f^Aear of the ^G#mdark ^C#mDon't^F#m follow them for they don't ^Acare how you ^G#mare ^A ^B And I'm finding ^G#m ^A a way of being ^A ^B Accepting ^G#mlife all a^C#mlone ^A ^B And I'm hoping ^G#m ^A I'll wake up seeing ^A ^B A way to ^G#mlive on my ^C#mown

^C#mIt wasn't ^Bhard to b^Aelieve in the lie^G#m ^C#mAlthough I've ^F#mcome to know it ^Awasn't my ^G#mfault ^C#mWhy does the ^Bworld con^Atinue to ^G#mspin ^C#mWhile every^F#mthing around me ^Agrinds to a ^G#mhalt? ^A ^B And I'm finding ^G#m ^A a way of being ^A ^B Accepting ^G#mlife all ^C#malone ^A ^B And I'm hoping ^G#m ^A I'll wake up seeing ^A ^B A way to ^G#mlive on my ^C#mown

C#m -- B -- A -- G#m 2 C#m -- B -- A – F# (Instrumental in alternating bars of 5/8 and 6/8 then 5/4 time) C#m Eb C#m Eb B C#m B C#m (x2) A F# Eb C#m Eb C#m Eb B C#m B C#m

^A(Into crescendo) ^F# ^Eb ^C#m

F# E-E B-B (x3)

^F#Mine is a ^C#mreal fine ^F#line I get ^Bharder the h^C#migher I c^F#limb ^F# ^F# ^F#Shine like a ^C#mstar so ^F#bright any^Bbody can see an^C#mytime ^F# ^F#No-one will ^G#mwant to follow, ^F#this will be ^Bgone tomorrow ^F#We enter an ^Eage of permanent ^F#doubt Where we comm^Bunicate without ^F#words But I ^Emust ^Bbe ^F#heard so I ^Ecut through the ^Bsmoke and the ^F#noise ^E ^F# ^F#Mine is a ^C#mreal fine ^F#line it im^Bagines it's ^C#mone of a ^Fkind ^F#Goodbye to ^G#mall expression^F# farewell to ^Bsuperstition ^F#We enter an ^Eage of permanent ^F#doubt Where we comm^Bunicate without ^F#words ^C#mAnd the noise ^F#expands as it ^Bcovers the ^Elie of the ^F#land ^E ^F# ^F#Shine like a ^Estar s^Bo ^F#bright ‘till we ^Eshut out the light^B, put out th^Ee fire ^F#Cut through the s^Emoke and the ^F#noise ^G ^F#

^F#Lately I've been ^Gtalking to ^F#myself Been rem^Eembering and doing little ^F#else ^G ^F# ^G ^F#The road ahead is ^Ganything but ^F#clear Last ^Etime around, where did we go from ^F#here? ^G ^F# ^G

G F# G A Bb E E E E A(x8 steady march) A x 4 D Bb G A A x 4 Bb C G A E x4 D x2 Ex4 Ex4 D E A E D A

^AWhat about some golden hours? ^DmI was ^Bbalive, cer^Ctainly you were ^Gwrong ^AAnyone can be persuaded ^Dmgiven the ^Bbtime, ^Cwe all scream a^Glone ^AWhat about this good for nothing ^Dmseason a^Bbgain? ^CEverything's come and ^Ggone ^AAnd I can't believe that I'm not ^Dmwatching ^Bbyou ^CI'm in a sorry ^Gstate

^EReturn to ordinary thoughts now If you ^Dmcan ^EThe words I hardly understand ^Dmgather ^Eround me w^Chile I ^Await

^AWhat about those colder cowards ^Dmarming a^Bbgainst ^Clost in^Gtelligence? ^AAnyone who saw me crawling ^Dmthere would have ^Bbknown ^Cthat I was normal ^Gonce ^EReturn to ordinary ^Dmthoughts too y^Eoung to take the ^Dmstand ^EBut old enough to kill an^Dmyone HA!

(6/4 Time) Am-Am-Am-Am-Am-Am

^AmIn the days when love di^Fvided up the looks ^F#No drastic means were ^Gused like rod and hooks ^EmTo enhance what nature's ^Fsculptor had designed ^DNo augmentation ^Ebneeded to refine ^AmIn the valley of the ^Fdollar, we rejoice ^F#For plastic is the ^Gcurrency of choice ^EmAnd beauty born is ^Fstrictly for the birds ^DYour cash is fine but ^Ebcredit is preferred

Am-Am-Am-Am-Am-Am Repeat chords above

^AmWhen I held myself aloft I walked across the ^Dmwater ^AmNow I barely cut across, lives are getting ^Amshorter ^G#And they open up ^Gmanother door to a ^Fborder far ^Bbbelow ^AmFor the time that I'm allowed, there's a new hor^Dmizon ^AmBut a soul as cold as ice is nothing to re^Dmly upon ^G#If I'm hanging onto ^Gmangels' wings then I'm ^Fsafer in the ^Bbair ^F ^Bb Do I still ^Cdimqualify, suspended from on ^Bbdimhigh? No other san^Bb5ctuary have I ^D

D Dsus4 D A G D G D Dsus4 D A G D A

^BmAnd when the ^Geyes of children see ^Bmpast the ones left st^Aanding ^BmAnd the time h^Gas surely ^Dcome to under^Gstand who we ^Dare

D Dsus4 D A G D G D Dsus4 D A G D A

^BmSlowly the ^Gfires are burning ^Bmbearing their silent ^Awitness ^BmAnd the living ^Gpast re^Dturns to r^Geap the ^AHarvest of ^DSouls

D Dsus4 D A G D G (to fade)

Iq - Harvest of souls