The Dear Hunter - The lake and the river

^F7F-F-F-F G-G-G-G [Verse 1] ^AmEverything you'd live and ^Edie for ^GReasons leading you through ^D7her^D/F#e ^AmPerished matriarchal bonds ^EFailing innocence of love ^GWhen the world beckons your approach ^EIt swallows you whole

^AmYou'll believe what you're ^Dmled to believe In the ^Chands of ghosts we're never r^Eespon^E7sible Wait to^F see what you're ^Dmmeant to see The^C veil lifts when you expose your ^Esoul

^AmPray'd I would leave this ^Ampla^Am/Bce some^Cda^Csus2y Joined to a^Amlarm from long ago now ^Amunc^Am/Boncer^Cned Euphorically ^Amfloating upon wax wings where ^Amis ^Am/Bthe s^Cun? I still see her ^Amface; her beauty, her grace Tra^Amnsf^Am/Bixed like a ^Clight in front of me ^FIt follows my soul ^FAnd swallows me^Dm whol^Ee ^E7

^AmYou'll believe what you're ^Dmled to believe In the ^Chands of ghosts we're never r^Eespon^E7sible Wait to^F see what you're ^Dmmeant to see The^C veil lifts when you expose your ^Esoul

^Am7Left right, left right^{Asus2 Am7}Left right, left right^{Asus2 Am7}Left right, left right^Asus2

^Am7Left right, left right^{Asus2 Am7}Left right, left right^{Asus2 Am7}Left right, left right^Asus2

^AmHis branches reached so^Am fa^Am/Br bef^Cor^Csus2e His leaves were ^Ambold extremities with ^Amgre^Am/Bat co^Cnt^Csus2rol Wasted ^F7along; he died ^Dmalone^{E E7}

^AmYou^Dm'll believe what you're led to believe ^CIn^E t^E7he hands of ghosts we're never responsible ^FWa^Dmit to see what you're meant to see ^CTh^Ee veil lifts when you expose your soul

^AmShe's inani^Dmmate, blo^Amodless e^Dmlegance Fatal ^Cfascination ^Embreeds a b^Cloom of ^Emisery ^AmHelpless hiding t^Dmongues, b^Amathed in^Dm revulsion Here lies p^Cossibil^Emity wi^Clting pr^Eemature

^AmBut the right hand hates the ^Cleft and the sea's upset with the ^Amsky So we press o^Cn in spite of the spite

^AmHappiness is a warm knife when the worlds on its side and your minds o^Am/Bbn fie ^{C E}Don't you know that ^Amhappiness is a warm knife when the world is on fir^Am/Bbe ^C