Am C F
How do I wake my spirit cold?
C Am G
We always say when our history's told
Am C F
If only we knew the things we know
Am F G C
There's a question ages old
Am C F
Let me down easy, let me down slow
C Am G
If all good things ever come and go
Am C Am
Let me back down in a place I know
Am G C
Hold the nail for the hammer stroke
F Am C G
Oooooh this my trash, this my tome
F Am C G
Oooooh this my blood, this my bone
Am C F
How do I learn my dreams to mold,
C Am G
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Am C F
If they’re still out there then the chasm grows
Am F G C
For all you know, for all you’ve known
Am C F
Let me down easy, let me down slow
C Am G
If all good things ever come and go
Am C Am
Let me back down in a place I know
Am G C
Hold the nail for the hammer stroke
F Am C G
Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam
F Am C G
Oooooh this my blood, this my bone
Am
How do I wake my spirit cold?
C G
Most people die but others just go
Am C F
She’s still out there and the chasm grows
F Am G C
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
F Am C G
Oooooh this my trash, this my tome
F Am C G
Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam
F Am C G
Oooooh this my mountain, this is my home
Am C F
How do I wake my spirit cold?
Am F G C
There's a question ages old.
