Misc Soundtrack - Natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 - the pacific

Three years at ^Emsea, the ^Dday becomes the ^Gnight, the night becomes ^Cday The ^Amdrowsy wind ^Bblows, and the ^Amtransship ^Grolls

If ^Bthey could lay gaze on the in^Emfinity of ^Cwaves and the ^Bcadence of our gaze becomes our ^Emthoughts among the ^Cwaves

^AmAnd ^Gno one grew, and do anything new, we ^Djust became the worst of what we were ^AmAnd ^Gno one grew, and do anything new, we ^Djust became the worst of what we were

Three years at ^Emsea, no ^Dnews, no ^Ggazettes No ^Estartling accounts of the ^Amcommonplace, de^Dluding us into ^Gexcitement No ^Cbankrupt ^Gsecurities, no ^Bdecisions on ^Emdinner A sub^Glime unev^Centfulness

^AmAnd ^Gno one grew, and do anything new, we ^Djust became the worst of what we were An^Gd no one grew, and do anything new, we ^Djust became the worst of what we were

Joy and ^Emsorrow, ^Dhope and ^Gfear Heaven ground the finest ^Ddust ^BPatted into the clamped ^Cmortar of our Captain's iron ^Gsword

And ben^Beath us lurked the many ^Emmonsters of the ^Csea The ^Bhorrors in the murk ^Emwait for ^Cme And I ^Gthought I could just dip my toes in I didn't ^Bthink I'd lose my ^Emsoul in this ^Gsilver ^Casylum But I ^Flet myself ^Emdisappear, I ^Flet myself ^Gdisappear

^AmAnd ^Gno one grew, and do anything new, we ^Djust became the worst of what we were And ^Gno one grew

Oh ^Glove me to sleep Oh ^Dopium vacant waves Oh ^Glove me to sleep Oh ^Dopium vacant waves Oh ^Glove me to sleep Oh ^Dopium vacant waves Oh ^Glove me to sleep Oh ^Dopium vacant waves