Tom: C
( Am C F F )
Am C
Our finds beneath the cloak of night
F
Has our minds in control
F Am F
We guard them with our weary eyes and we watch them grow
Dm
When the time is right
Am
And we're ready to begin
C F
At first tide, your patience wearing thin
F
We scatter in the night
Dm
Like scarlet red on winter white
F Am
Melting into thin
Am C
The kind of which I came to be
F
After being swallowed whole
F Dm
By offering a piece of me
To any given fool
F
We scatter in the night
Dm
Like innocent shades of white
Spreading by the wind
( F Em Dm F Em Dm )
F Em
They turn to us
Dm
They ask us why
F Em
Who say they are to trust
Dm
What we define
