Verse 1:
Cm G Bb
After all these implements and texts designed by
F Eb F
intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's
Bb
still so much that hides.
Cm G Bb
and though the saints dub us divine in ancient
F Eb F
fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to
Bb
pluck from the vine.
Chorus:
Ab F
I'll try hard not to pretend
Ab F G
allow myself no mock defence as I
step into the night.
Verse 2:
Cm G Bb
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure
F Eb D
out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in
Bb
making sense of our lives.
Cm G Bb F
The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
Eb F Bb
I value the but I won't cry every time one's
wiped out.
Chorus:
Ab F
I'll try hard not to give in
Ab F G
batten down to fare the wind
Ab F
rid my head of this pretense
Ab F G
allow myself no mock defence as I
step into the night.
Cm G Eb F G
G
La la la la
G
La la la la
Eb Bb
La la la la
Fm Ab Bb
La la la la la la
(Repeat Once)
Eb Bb
Mercy' eyes are blue and
Fm Ab Bb
when she places them in
Eb Bb
of you
Fm Ab Bb
nothing holds a roman
Em Bb
candle to
Eb Ab Bb
the solomn warmth you feel
Bb Eb Ab Eb
inside.
Ab Eb C# Bb G
(No run through Verse chords once)
Chorus:
Ab F
I'll try hard not to give in
Ab F G
batten down to fare the wind
Ab F
rid my head of this pretense
Ab F
allow myself no mock defence as I
G
step into the night
Cm G Eb F G
G
La la la la
G
La la la la
Eb Bb Fm Ab Bb
(This continues till songs end)
