Bound by Law

Trees Of Old

Bound by Law


Tom: F#m

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[Verse 1]
F#m                      E                   F#m
      Trees of old your stories they've been told
F#m           A        E
      Now you have to give us room
F#m                      E             F#m
Your wisdom is laid down, repacked and stored
F#m       A             E
   For the next ones to come

[Chorus 1]
Bm                                 A                       E
Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
Bm                           A
  When we realize that we were wrong
Bm                          A          E
Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
Bm         D                         A
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?

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[Verse 2]
F#m                            E                 F#m
   Young trees and old clouds can you save us all?
F#m                         A               E
The seas are rising and my drink is getting warm
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No heart but heat for the farmers of Mexico
E                 F#m                        A        E
I'll keep burning cuz it's too cheap not to

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I mean here it's still plenty cold
E                   F#m
I should know cuz it's where I keep my home
A                     E
No heart but heat for Mexico

[Chorus 2]
Bm                                
I dropped the TV on my foot,
 A                       E
and when the pain subsided I finally- understood
Bm                                 A
What served had twisted our worlds
Bm                     A            E
Looped us into a snarl and poisoned our hearts
Bm         D                          A
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?

[Verse 3]
F#m                            E                 F#m
Trees of old I'm too dumb to carry on
F#m                         A               E
And when I'm gone, will you carve me into lumps?
F#m                            E                 F#m
Feed me to the next of kin, in the end trees of old you'll win
F#m       A             E
Please ask the clouds to take me in

[Chorus 1]
Bm                                 A                       E
Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
Bm                           A
When we realize that we were wrong
Bm                          A          E
Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
Bm         D                         A
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?