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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
Em F#dim
D G Bsus4 B7
Em F#dim
D G Bsus4 B7
WEmould you just tell them what I F#dimcannot say?
WDould you just shine upon the ghoGsts on my wBsus4ay? B7
IEm dropped the game of throwing F#dimknives alone;
TDhere must be marks on every tGree
From the Bsus4paths B7to our Chome. B7
OEmnly the mayfly used to F#dimtell me so;
NDow here is August, drop your weGight, just let Bsus4go. B7
NEmow midnight sun takes turns with F#dimnorthern lights.
WDill I ever have to fGeel what those bBsus4lades B7were aCbout? Bsus4 B7
ACnd in that sound of sighing, tGhat empty howl,
AB7nd all the everloving Embends in the Em7/Dline of your Ctries.
Some ends forgotten and some Gothers believed;
WB7hatever happened to the Emboy is now a Em7/Dtale for the Cseas.
When you Gknow you'rB7e alreadCy young
Like the Ggrass withered B7to beCcome
Again and B7free;
It's all we'llEm ever be.
IEm don't remember where F#dimI learned to dive,
BDut I am humble for the rGocks when I tBsus4ry. B7
AEmnd somehow I am lowered F#dimunto the waves,
ADnd now with you I feel the sGun and the Bsus4salt oB7n my Cface. Bsus4 B7
ACnd in that sound of sighing, tGhat empty howl,
AB7nd all the everloving Embends in the Em7/Dline of your Ctries.
Some ends forgotten and some Gothers believed;
WB7hatever happened to the Emboy is now a Em7/Dtale for the Cseas.
When you Gknow you'rB7e alreadCy young
Like the Ggrass withered B7to beCcome
Again and B7free;
It's all we'llEm ever be.
[Instrumental]
Em F#dim
D G Bsus4 B7
Em F#dim
D G Bsus4 B7
TEmhe tired motion of theF#dim rusty bell--
JDust humming, "visitor, I qGuit; go to Bsus4hell."B7
IEm've been the tower but nowF#dim walk alone.
TDhere must be marks on every pGage
From the Bsus4past toB7 these Csongs. Bsus4 B7
ACnd in that sound of sighing, tGhat empty howl,
AB7nd all the everloving Embends in the Em7/Dline of your Ctries.
Some ends forgotten and some Gothers believed;
WB7hatever happened to the Emboy is now a Em7/Dtale for the Cseas.
When you Gknow you'rB7e alreadCy young
Like the Ggrass withered B7to beCcome
Again and B7free;
It's all we'llEm ever be.