Tom: Am
C Am
I witnessed the youth washing off us,
E F
and pool round our feet like a lake.
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C Am
If you lower yourself into darkness,
E F
No point tying the rope round your waist.
[hums]
Am
I heard about your father,
F C G
the olive in the arbor, and the stone inside your heart just the same.
C Am
The statue wept milk in the garden,
E F
hoping something might grow there again.
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C
I feel all these forces,
Like riderless horses now.
G
free from the cart.
C
We bandage our feet again,
skip over peace again,
G
hurry apart.
C Am
Now the bulrushes twist into baskets,
E F
Like our histories and futures entwined, oh-whoa.
C Am
The Obadiah low on the branches ,
E F
are turning the water to wine, oh-whoa.
Am
It's hard enough to be here,
F
Such a distance from the sea,
C G
30,000 years I've survived.
C Am
And all of those kings I've anointed,
E F
Still shook like a leaf at my sight.
[hums]
C
I feel all these forces,
Like riderless horses now.
G
free from the cart.
C
We bandage our feet again,
skip over peace again,
G
hurry apart.
F
We've tasted the fruit I guess,
snakes in the roof I guess,
C
whisper the parse.
F
See how the lightning tree,
fought in a sign of peace,
C
burns in the dark.
F
It burns in the dark.
