Standard (EADGBE)

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--VERSE 1

flung wide

the salutations

the deep curse

and the shutters close

a spring house

in the making

on good earth

of my many'd

--PRECHORUS

souls in my soul

and fears I don't know

I hear there's a march we should go

--CHORUS

lost on this road

are there any real Sundays to find?

--VERSE 2

unbound

on the rising

the pell mell

of the miser kings

as you saw

what I'm seeing

oh you'd thaw

from the fires

--PRECHORUS

there's pace in your gait

and wake in your straights

I ache from the center out

--CHORUS

lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

lost on this road are there any real souls?

--PRECHORUS

don't hear what I hear

don't see what I see

don't leave what I must leave behind

--CHORUS

lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

--BREAKDOWN

this stop

I am hunger

the deep well

of a stranger held

and this heart a lonely hunter now

--CHORUS

I'm lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

--ENDING

I'm lost on this road

are there any real souls?

are there any real souls

to find?

are there any real souls

to find?