Tom: D
B7
Now you’re here to rise my blues
A
Don’t you meddle with my dirty shoes
B7
The mud’s about to hide our thoughts
A
And make us liars behind these walls
B7
Time and time again we’re replacing
A
The wounds are transparent, saving graces
B7
If God decides to put an end to this
A
Destiny will say the hands are His
( B A )
So say what you want, now...
C# D
I want my artificial spring
E7 Em
And all the things illusions lean to bring
C# D
The unlimited sea through watered dreams
E7 Em
And the earth below my feet
( Em )
B7
For you it may seem like contradiction
A
You say I’m not taking care of myself
B7
Some moments we’re confused by intuitions
D
And some books can’t fulfill our shelves
B7
Places and times, the minutes weep
A
For the same motives of ours
B7
While the darkness prepares the souls
A
For our next graceful hours
Bm F#m
And time moves so easily
Bm F#m
What makes us believe that slipping is natural
Bm F#m
And the places we’ve been aren’t refuges only
Bm F#m
'cause we're not that apart after all
So say what you want,
C# D
'Cause we’ll pay attention to the thoughts that swing
E Em7
through the rhythm of the beat of our wings
C# D
Give yourself a little to artificial spring
E Em7
You don’t need to believe in everything you’ve seen...
( B A )
B7
And now you’re here to rise this blues
G
Regardless of my dirty shoes...
