Tono: D
Introducción:
D
A bus station, in the steam from the rain
Bm A G D
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
D
The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
Bm A G
And the houses spread for a million miles,
D
in this gray town
Bm Bm7 G A
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
Bm Bm7 G A
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance
Bm Bm7 A
Would you fall to pieces
Bm Bm7 D
Would you fall to pieces
Bm Bm7 A
Would you fall to pieces
D
In the high countries?
D
We are just pilgrims of the great divorce
Bm A G D
I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse
Bm Bm7 G A
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
Bm Bm7 G A
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance
(Chorus)
A Bm G D
You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
A Bm G A
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead
D
Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost
Bm A G D
Bound up with all that I call mine still the light grows
(Chorus 2x)