High Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

(Am C)x8

Verse 1

G Down beneath the Emswoosh of the turbines,

F The long grass it bEmlows in ripples,

G There’s a beautiful Emspiral of roads,

F That lead the lost up here.

G I was watching the Embirds taking off,

To Fswoop down over the cEmity,

G They find and take just Emwhat they need,

And Fturn, turn, turn.

Chorus

The Ammovers move, the Cshakers shake,

The Amwinners write their hCistory,

But from Amhigh on the Chigh hills

It Amall looks like nCothing.

The Ammovers move, the Cshakers shake,

The Amwinners write their hCistory,

But from Amhigh on the Chigh hills

It Amall looks like nCothing.

Verse 2

G That afternoon on the Emhustler gate,

With aFll the TVsEm flickering,

G While behind the Emsky was moving,

FLiquid crimson gold.

G Brothers, sisters,Em pay no heed

To the Funfaithful meEmssengers,

G For theirs is a Emprison world,

Of Flies, lies, lies.

Chorus

Bridge

D The keening wind,

It blows though me, it Fblows through me.

D My time it must,

Be almost Fdone, be almost done.

(Am C)x4

Outro

AmAll these things you Cfear so much

DeAmpend on angles of Cvision.

Am Down in the Cmaze of walls,

Am You can’t see what’s Ccoming,

But from Amhigh on the Chigh hills

It Amall looks like Cnothing,

From Amhigh on the Chigh hills

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It all looks like nothing, nothing.