Out of Order

OUT OF ORDER   (key of E) (C#m, E, F#, A )

Banded by the iron and stung by the thorn

No one will see you on this crying floor

Yeah little man, your just sweeping up these falling leaves

& Golden steel is injected right through the rushing of the wheel

Black magic sitting in the well of her tears

Her young flowered body is but a swallowing grave

Ahh, sweet lovely beauty you’re a fading away

For the prisoner of many ages, standing still in the wave

So cross my heart I will play the fools game

To mend the drug of everlasting faith

And now and then before the bells sound

A satellite of grace from the boundless depths of space

Surround my old soul with ages of dirt reborn

And kiss the transitive rapture of the flaming sword

And to the beautiful why, you know the grass embeds the tower

And those tears, they don’t fall very far from your own heart

Go down to the sea in ships made of iron and fire

Go down to the sea in ships made of the sun

Go down to the sea in ships, my sweet dear

& Build a house here upon this mighty rock

And Light a fire that’s seen all the world around