Tom: Gm Bb C Bb D D# Bb F I can no longer carry the ark if it’s causing the death of my friends Bb C Bb D So I’ll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altars D# Bb F And baptize myself in the lake Cm Gm Bb F Oh, there was sorrow in every word Cm D# Bb Oh, how it longed to be heard D# Bb D# Bb D# Bb Cm Bb F But for the first time, I am not speaking, I am just listening until I can hear you Bb D# Bb On my own