Threshing Floor

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