G#m       B               E
How do I wake my spirit cold?
   B                   G#m        F#
We always say when our history's told
G#m       B                    G#m
If only we knew the things we know
G#m        E        F#    B
There's a question ages old

G#m          B                 E
Let me down easy, let me down slow
B                        G#m      F#
If all good things ever come and go
G#m          B                 G#m
Let me back down in a place I know
G#m                    F#      B
Hold the nail for the hammer stroke

B   E G#m        B              F#
Oooooh this my trash, this my tome
B   E G#m        B              F#
Oooooh this my blood, this my bone

G#m       B                  E
How do I learn my dreams to mold
    B                  G#m        F#
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
G#m                    B                   E
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
G#m           E         F#         B
For all you know, for all you've known

G#m          B                 E
Let me down easy, let me down slow
B                        G#m      F#
If all good things ever come and go
G#m          B                 E
Let me back down in a place I know
G#m                    F#      B
Hold the nail for the hammer stroke

B   E  G#m      B               F#
Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam
B   E  G#m      B              F#
Oooooh this my blood, this my bone

G#m                      B
How do I wake my spirit cold?
B                               F#
Most people die but others just go
G#m              B                   E
She's still out there and the chasm grows
E              G#m         F#       B
Steady are the feet in the morning glow

B  E  G#m       B             F#
Oooooh this my trash, this my tome
B  E  G#m       B              F#
Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam
B  E  G#m       B                   F#
Oooooh this my mountain, this is my home

G#m       B             E
How do I wake my spirit cold?
Am        E        F#    B
There's a question ages old