em/c/d/g (verse)
poppycock and balderdash
keeping me up at night
one hand in this world
and the other jest ain't right
well I don't know why
I'm not standing here in love
angels and demons
and the broken tree of blood
dry as a bone
I just quake and speak in tounges
and there ain't no way out
except right through it all again
em/d/am/c/b7/em (chorus)
so call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know-one and nothing
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