Peter Gabriel - Here comes the flood

^AmWhen the night sh^Am/Gows and sign^Fals grow on radios ^AmAll the strange ^Gthings that ^Fcome and go as early warnings ^GStranded starfish ^Em7have no^F place to hide Still wait^D/F#ing for the sw^Gollen Ea^Emster ^Amtide Theres ^Am7/Gno point in direction, w^D/F#e cannot even ^Dm/F choose a s^Cide

^AmI took the old ^Am/Gtrack, the h^Follow shoulder, across the water, ^AmOn the tall cliffs^Am/G, they were ^Fgetting older, sons and daughters, ^GThe jaded under^Em7world was^F riding high, And wave^D/F#s of steel hurl^Ged metal^Em at t^Amhe sky, And ^Am7/Gas the nails sunk in the cloud, Th^D/F#e rain was warm and^Dm/F soaked the c^Crowd.

^CLord, here^G/B comes the flood^{Am G}We'll say goo^E/G#dbye, to flesh and ^Amblood If a^E/G#gain the seas are silent in ^Amany still alive ^E/G#It'll be ^E/F#those who^E gave thei^E/Dr isl^Fand to survive Drink ^Fmup,^{Gm G#}dreamers, ^A# you're runn^Cing dry

^AmWhen the flood ^G6calls, you ^Fhave no home, you have no walls, ^AmIn the thundercras^G6h, you're a ^Fthousand minds within a flash, ^GDon't be afraid to ^Em7cry at ^Fwhat you see, The actor'^D/F#s gone, there^G's on^E/G#ly you a^Amnd me, And ^Am7/Gif we break before the dawn, they'l^D/F#l use ^Dm/Fup what^G# we use^Cd to be.

^CLord, here^G/B comes the flood^{Am G}We'll say goo^E/G#dbye, to flesh and ^Amblood If ^E/G#again the seas are silent in ^Amany still alive ^E/G#It'll be ^E/F#those who gav^Ee their is^E/Dland to ^Fsurvive Drink ^Fmup,^{Gm G#}dreamers, ^A# you're runn^Cing dry