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
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