The Paper Kites - A maker of my time

^AHeld up here, it's a ^Gbmsilent fear And this ^Dbmspace don't take my mind^E A ^Acloudy wake, it's a ^Gbmyoung mistake That I'm ^Dbmclothed in ^{Dadd9 A}I can't see when I'm ^Gbmfilled with sleep It's a ^Dbmgolden dream of mine^E But ^Awhen I rise with my ^Gbmmorning eyes It's all ^Dbmspoken ^Dadd9

^AWait^Gbm, don't drown it in the ^Dbmwaterhole ^ATast^Gbme, the feeling of a ^Dbmfever soul ^GbmAll in all I ^Eneed to ^Bget me through

^AI still stir, such a ^Gbmwar of words I'm a ^Dbmmaker of my time ^{E A}I feeble man with a ^Gbmbroken plan Oh I'm ^Dbmloathing ^{Dadd9 A}Make my bed on the ^Gbmgreat unsaid And my ^Dbmmeekness sends me low^{E A}I stood fair, but you ^Gbmstill weren't there So you've ^Dbmchosen ^Dadd9

^AWait^Gbm, don't drown it in the ^Dbmwaterhole ^ATast^Gbme, the feeling of a ^Dbmfever soul ^GbmAll in all I ^Eneed to ^Bget me through

^AWait^Gbm, don't drown it in the ^Dbmwaterhole ^ATast^Gbme, the feeling of a ^Dbmfever soul