John Mark McMillan - Visceral

A visceral lov^Ge runs the length of our veins As we sit ab^Amove the ^Emmiles of pain ^{D C}Till all of our fears become skinny ones ^{G D}And from your window I can see a kingdom ^Ccome ^G

Hearts will ^Gwage war, but in the settling dust What rem^Amains at^Em the end of us ^{D C}Our skinny fears for our cold resolve ^{G D}When from your window I can see the^C ages dawn ^G

^CCinder and stone (brick and mortar) ^EmEverybody folds (up against the water) ^GCinder and stone (brick and mortar) ^D/F#Everybody folds, everybody folds

Hearts will wage ^Gwar, but in the settling dust What re^Ammains at^Em the end of us ^{D C}Our skinny fears for our cold resolve^{G D}When from your rooftop I ca^Cn see the ages dawn ^G

Memories rust^G and trophies fade In the re^Ammnants of^Em our glory days ^D Will we^C regret the thing that we’v^Ge made ^DFrom your table I can see^C a better way ^G