Tono: A
Introducción:
A
It started with the moon
E F#m
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
A E
There?s a parabolic story, but it?s boring
F#m
and it ends how you?d expect.
A
Forever dressing down
F#m
I?m like a stranger
G
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
F#m
I?d ?ve carried your wedding shawl,
E
you could?ve said I was a school friend.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it?s just the sun
A
but I know that face.
A E
Excavating down you?d find the drowning and the drowned
F#m
and then there?s us, babe.
A E
You could walk to our memorial, but it?s pourring
F#m
and it ends how you?d expect.
A
I dig your dresses out
F#m
and hang ?em round about the house
G
and turn the lights down low.
F#m
Now you?re everywhere I go
E
looking faintly disappointed.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it?s just the sun
A (G#5)
F#m
But the devil?s tricks
A (B5)
F#m
They?d never get the Marionette
A
this tight on you.
Bm
In the parliamentary houses
D
there?ll be talk of what this is
Bm A
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
Bm
But I?ll take my pound of substance
D
from those insubstantial men.
Bm
Whatever their arguments,
A
I?ll prove your innocence.
D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
A
when I wake up, oh yeah.
D
Testify allegiance with more
A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
D
Every statue?s weeping honey
and it makes my sight go funny
A
?cause I?m over sympathetic
and I can?t control myself.
D
Leave that painful memory
A E A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.