Tom: G G D Growing tired, barely walking Em D Walking over this sweet grave C G Winds grew bolder, bruised my shoulder D Not much left to say G D Sweet and spare now, holy sparrow Em D Singing softly outside C G When it's colder, we'll feel older D Not much left to hide Chorus: Em C G We are breathing, we are seething Em C D We are hardly underway G D G C We have high hopes like the old popes G D G Even St. Peter's bones decay G D In the old times, we made up rhymes Em D To sing ourselves to sleep at night C G It was wild means, singing horse dreams D Did nothing wrong and nothing right Chorus Em C G Making wishes like wine Em G D Losing sleep and losing time Em C G Maybe silver or green C D The world alive, the world unseen