saint simon

Capo 3

Am E G
After all these implements and texts designed by
D C D
intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's
G
still so much that hides
Am E G
And though the saints dub us divine in ancient
D C D
fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to
G
pluck from the vine

F D
I'll try hard not to pretend
F D
Allow myself no mock defence
E Am
as I step into the night

E G D
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure
C D
out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in
G
making sense of our lives
Am E G D
The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
C D G
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out

F D
I'll try hard not to give in
F D E
batten down to fare the wind
F D
rid my head of this pretence
F D
allow myself no mock defence
E Am E C D E
as I step into the night
E
La la la la La la la la

C G
La la la la
Dm F G
la la la la la la
C G
La la la la
Dm F G
la la la la la la

C G Dm
Mercy's eyes are blue
F G
when she places them in
C G Dm
front of you
F G
nothing holds a roman
C G Dm
candle to
F G
the solemn warmth you feel
F C F C F C
Inside
Bb
There’s no measuring of it
G E
As nothing else is love

Am E G D C D G (X 2)

F D
I'll try hard not to give in
F D E
batten down to fare the wind
F D
rid my head of this pretense
F D
allow myself no mock defense
E Am E C D E
as I step into the night
E
La la la la La la la la

C G
La la la la
Dm F G
la la la la la la
C G
La la la la
Dm F G
la la la la la la
(X 2)

C G Dm
Mercy's eyes are blue
F G
when she places them in
C G Dm
front of you
F G
Nothing really holds a roman
C G Dm
candle to
F G
the solemn warmth you feel
C G Dm
Inside of you
F G
Du du du du du
C G Dm F G C G Dm F G
Da di da Da di da da da...

(Fade out)