INTRO: Fmaj7 Cmaj7 2x

Here we all are at the end of “the century of beauty lost”.
We greedily ate what you gave us, the rest we tossed.
We’ve trapped all your rivers, paved every pass,
Pulled at your sky till we caused it to rip.
But you’ve got Jimi Hendrix so lets call it an even split.

I’ve met a girl who has turned my whole world upside down.
The stars I once stretched for, now litter the ground.
I am cursed by too little, or is it too much belief,
In the strength of another man’s words.
But I’ve got a girl, thank you Lord.

Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhh 2x

Fmaj7 Cmaj7 2x

Here we all are at the start of another thousand years.
All those love stories, yet to be told.
Ours is this river asleep at our feet,
Blessed by this wet autumn day.
Here we all are…

Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhh 2x -FADE

INTRO: G D Dsus C G G G D C C

I’ve been told that it’s just the way life goes.
Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea.
The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet.
The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped.
Paradise once given will always be taken back.
And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack.

VERSE 2:

I have seen people suffocate the dream.
Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door.
Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore.
Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud.
He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out.
Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd.

But we’ve seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day.
We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away.
We’ve tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever.
C G D (LET RING) G D Dsus C G G G D C C
And we’ve seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore.

VERSE 3: SAME AS VERSE 2

I have heard about the lives of small swift birds.
They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air.
Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there.
Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings.
The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring.
And then there’s the day we look for them and can’t find them anywhere.

I’ve been told that it’s just the way life goes.