Tonalidad: Gb major
Intro 1
D
G
D
G
D
D
D
G
D
That Ground station
Verse 1
B
D
wagon rolls along
Through effervescent morning
C
D
C#
G
air
D
The rimless tires,
G
they are spinning strong
D
The faded crescent hanging
Bm
B
Bm
D
up there
B
G
Tears are flowing down
D
G
C
my cheeks
G
B
While I'm hanging out of the back
D
D
We are traveling beyond the week
B
D
G
The line between can't be intact
D
B
D
Sapphire melts into fluorescent gold
Behind evergreens grown in the grove
While in another place,
G
there's another face
C
Feeling warm from an antique
D
D
G
D
stove
B
D
Oatmeal with cinnamon and butter
Boiling low upon the flame
B
D
G
Allowing zeal to be the gutter,
D
G
G
D
Carver of our wooden frame.
G
D
D
G
D
D
B
D
Cosmic queries clean the clocks
Of the ticks and of the tocks
B
D
Running rampant from the feast
To the never local rocks
G
D
G
D
She is smiling on the roof
D
G
D
With her hand out to ward the edge
D
G
D
So beguiling yet aloof
D
G
D
G
She will draw you to the ledge
D
G
D
B
D
With her hair like black crow feathers,
her face an orb of ivory
Her skin it blends into the background
of some vacant reverie
G
D
She can see throughout the city
G
D
from eyes of old or eyes of young
A breath is coursing through the air
G
D
And in each an d every lung
B
The sky marshmallow, melted white
D
Swirling above the metro grey
Muted mayhem takes the night
Where solitary stroll astray
Sleep is stalling, listless loo
C#
D
And dreamy emmy iris too
D
Smokin' squares beside the plumb
With nothing better said to do
G
D
Cosmic queries clean the clocks
Of the ticks and of the tocks
Running rampant from the feast
G
D
To the never local rocks
G
Tasers in the field of dreams,
D
shock those who wander its seas.
G
Life so journeying for an understanding goon,
D
B
Bm
laborious pondering will imprison us soon.
D
Can we take flight?
Can we abscond?
Is there a portal left in
this foreign realm?
Is there some transcendental train
for the ones who are none?
G
G
D
None, as in no one, for we are nothing,
and nothing is everything.
D
D
G
D
G
We are heroes, we are fiends, in this field of dreams,
where the lone cherubim of exile
D
Bm
doth sing.
D
We will fly this wretched war we wrought,
G
though presently we are hopeless, it seems.
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