Tuning: E A D G B E

Intro: Dm G Dm G Dm G D5

^D5They say there's an underground river, That none of us can see,

And it flows through winding tunnels,

^FOn its way to a t^Gide-less sea^D5. ^D5And across that sea is an island,

A paradise we are told, Where the toils of life are forgotten,

^FAnd they call it ^Gthe Island o^D5f Souls. ^BbFor only a s^Coul can g^Do there, ^BbA soul that's been s^Cet fr^Dee, ^BbFrom the confines of a w^Corking l^Dife, ^FTo find ^Geternit^Dy.

^D5Your old man had a cage for his pigeons, But that's really where he kept his soul,

And when he watched them fly he would see himself, Least that's how it was told.

But his s^Bboul was st^Cill trapped in the c^Dage son, While the b^Bbirds they soa^Cred to the s^Amky, But he could^Fn't find hi^Gs own way^D out, Least no^Ft 'til the ^Gday he di^Ded.

^D5Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given, His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,

This solitary madness is where he is driven,

It was h^Fim who was tr^Gapped in the so^Dul cage s^Amon. It was h^Fim that was tr^Gapped in the s^D5oul cage.

^D5I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words, He'd be easier speaking the language of birds,

For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,

It was h^Fim who was tr^Gapped in the so^Dul cage s^Amon. It was h^Fim that was tr^Gapped in the s^D5oul cage.

^D5Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given, His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,

This solitary madness is where he is driven,

It was h^Fim who was tr^Gapped in the so^Dul cage s^Amon. It was h^Fim that was tr^Gapped in the s^D5oul cage.

Sting - Language of birds