Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Dm  E  Bb  Dm  E  Bb

Am                                                
   The soldiers standing on the shore take up their 
  G
golden shields
Am                                           G
   You watch them from your room high on the city walls
Am                                               
   In the distance on the shifting sea, a thousand 
  G
coloured sails
            Am
Is this the moment you made? Is this the way that you 
planned?
            G
You know it won't be long now

           Dm                               E        
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious 
                    Bb
things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E       
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you dare to 
                Bb              C  G
look on as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                   
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted 
   Bb
in Trojan blue

Am                                              G
   You remember how it used to be when you were just a 
girl
Am                                         G
   Nothing really mattered then, you can remember so 
well
Am                                                   
   How you used to hold your head so high, those days
      G
 will never return

           Dm                               E        
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious 
                    Bb
things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E         
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have 
              Bb              C  G
known as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                   
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted 
   Bb
in Trojan blue

Am                                                G
   Dust is drifting in the evening air across the field
 below
           Am                                        
The silver mirror you hold will never tell; you turn 
     G
your face away

           Dm                               E        
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious 
                    Bb
things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E         
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have 
              Bb              C  G
known as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                   
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted 
   Bb
in Trojan blue
           Dm                     E                   
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted 
   Bb
in Trojan blue