Tall Heights - Man of stone

^EmWearing the name on my body ^CPainting the faith on my ^Dsoul ^EmBaring my teeth just to hold on ^DPractice the art of control ^CEmblems of cavemen they ^Gtaught me The im^Cportance of typing in ^Dbold The ^Cweight of a simple de^Gpiction As the ^Ddays unfold

^AmAs the hour ^Dgrows ^AmAs the hour ^Emgrows I know that ^CI can keep the voice of doubt from ^Gspeaking on its ^Down Cause I've ^Amalways been a silent ^Gfigure And I've ^Dnever been a man of stone, ^Emwoah

^EmI sure don't have eyes like an eagle's I ^Ccouldn't be waiting for ^Dwar ^EmWhy should I think that I'd've survived ^DIn the days of yore But the ^Cgifts of the Greeks oh they ^Gtaught me That ^Cradio favors the ^Dbold The ^Ckey to survival is ^Gpleasing your rivals Til the ^Ddays unfold

The ^Cfevers of Wallace they ^Gtaught me That ^Cwisdom began with a ^Dcold So ^Clet me grow feeble and ^Gfragile As the ^Ddays unfold