The Paper Kites - A maker of my time

^AHeld up here, it's a ^F#msilent fear And this ^C#mspace don't take my mind^E A ^Acloudy wake, it's a ^F#myoung mistake That I'm ^C#mclothed in ^Dadd9

^AI can't see when I'm ^F#mfilled with sleep It's a ^C#mgolden dream of mine^E But ^Awhen I rise with my ^F#mmorning eyes It's all ^C#mspoken ^Dadd9

^AWait^F#m, don't drown it in the ^C#mwaterhole ^ATast^F#me, the feeling of a ^C#mfever soul ^F#mAll in all I ^Eneed to ^Bget me through

^AI still stir, such a ^F#mwar of words I'm a ^C#mmaker of my time ^{E A}I feeble man with a ^F#mbroken plan Oh I'm ^C#mloathing ^Dadd9

^AMake my bed on the ^F#mgreat unsaid And my ^C#mmeekness sends me low^{E A}I stood fair, but you ^F#mstill weren't there So you've ^C#mchosen ^Dadd9

^AWait^F#m, don't drown it in the ^C#mwaterhole ^ATast^F#me, the feeling of a ^C#mfever soul ^F#mAll in all I ^Eneed to ^Bget me through

^AWait^F#m, don't drown it in the ^C#mwaterhole ^ATast^F#me, the feeling of a ^C#mfever soul