Lankum - The granite gaze

Are we the ^F#mones left be^Ehind by those who ^F#mweave cords that ^Ebind? They draw the ^Amarrow from our very ^Ebones and we in turn, ^F#mturn on our ^Eown.

Stood in ^F#mline in horsehair s^Ehirts we queued u^F#mp to eat the d^Eirt, We traded l^Aumps on narrow s^Etreets, can't bite the ^F#mhand when you've no ^Eteeth.

And it's a s^Atanding ovation for the ^Eshadow of a stone As we ^F#mdig into the soil beneath our ^Ehomes. The f^Auture's further day-by-day a^Es our fathers turn away And leave us c^F#mlinging to a ^Emother who eats her^D own.

The granite ^F#mgaze upon us ^Enow, a skulking ^F#mmass recalling h^Eow To plant a s^Aecret and tell no ^Elies for now we o^F#mwn those same stone e^Eyes.

And it's the l^Aast gasp of wonder for a c^Eretin on a throne As our d^F#maughter's sneak away across the ^Efoam,

The ^Afuture's just a thing we say to k^Eeep the sordid past at bay Still we ^F#mcling on to the m^Eother who eats her o^Dwn.

We are the^F#m ones left be^Ehind in s^F#mwaddling bound with bailing t^Ewine, They stole the ^Amarrow from our very ^Ebones and we in t^F#murn, turned on ou^Er own.