Mount Eerie - Soria moria

^BmSlow pulsing ^Ared tower lights ^GAcross a distance, ^Emrefuge in the dust

^BmAll my life I can^G remember longing ^EmLooking across the water an^F#md seeing lights When I was^Bm five or six, we were ^Gcamping in the islands in July The ^Emtall yellow grass and the ro^F#mse hips fragrant ^BmAfter sunset, island beyond ^Gisland ^EmUndulating and familiar^F#m, not far from home ^BmWith my fragrant, whittled, cedared drift wood ^Gdagger in the mildew canvas ^Emtent I saw fireworks ^F#mmany miles away but ^Bmdidn't hear them And I felt a ^Glonging, a childish ^Emmelancholy And then I went to ^F#msleep And the aching was ^Bmburied, dreaming, ^Gaging, reaching for an ^Emidea of somewhere ot^F#mher than this place That could ^Bmfold me in cloude^Gd yearning For nowhere^Em actually reachable, the d^F#mistance was the point

^BmAnd then when I was twenty-four ^GI followed this ache to an ^EmArctic Norwegian ^F#mcabin Where I said "fuck the ^Bmworld" in a finally^G satisfying way ^EmI stayed through the winter and ^F#memerged as an adult Holding a ^Bmletter from you, an ^Ginvitation So I ^Emflew back and drove back ^F#mAnd when we met in person it was ^Bminstant ^G It didn't ^Emmatter where we lived as long^F#m as we were together And that was ^Bmreally true for^G thirteen years And the ^Emwhole time ^F#mstill Bm

Slow pulsing ^Gred tower lights ^GAcross a distance, ^Emrefuge in the dust ^Bm

^BmIn January, you were ^Galive still But chemo had ^Emravaged and transformed your ^F#mporcelain into some ^Bmother thing Something ^Gjaundiced and fucked They ^Emput you in the hospital in ^F#mEverett So I gave the ^Bmbaby away and ^Gdrove up and down ^EmI-5 every night Like a ^F#msatellite bringing you ^Bmfood that you wanted ^GReturning at night to ^Emsleep in our bed, ^F#mcold I went ^Bmback to feel ^Galone there All ^Empast selves and future ^F#mpossibilities on hold Well I ^Bmtore through the dark on the ^Gfreeway The ^Emold year^F#mning burning ^Bmin me I ^Bmknew exactly where the ^Groad bent around Where the ^Emtrees opened up and I could ^F#msee ^BmWay above the ^Ghorizon, ^Bmbeyond innumerable ^Gislands The ^Bmtowers on top of the ^Gmountain lit up slowly, ^Emsilently beaconin^F#mg As if to say "^Bmjust keep ^Ggoing ^Em There is a ^F#mplace where a ^Bmwind could ^Gerase this for you And the ^Embranches could white noise^F#m you back awake" ^Bm So I ^Gwent back to feel ^Emalone there but ^F#mcradled you in me

In the ^BmNational Gallery in ^GOslo There's a ^Empainting called ^F#mSoria Moria A ^Bmkid looks across a deep ^Gcanyon of fog at a ^Emlit up inhuman cas^F#mtle or something ^{Bm G Em F#m G C#m F#m} I have ^Bmnot stopped looking ^Gacross the water from the ^Emfew difficult spots where yo^F#mu can see That the ^Bmdistance from this haunted ^Ghouse where I lived to ^EmSoria Moria ^F#mis a real t^Bmraversable space ^G I'm an ^Emarrow now ^F#m Mid^Bm-air ^G Bm

Slow pulsing ^Gred tower lights ^GAcross a distance, ^Emrefuge in the dust