Tom: A
Introdução:
Am Bm C
As the sun comes creeping up the mountain
G Dm Em
and the wind blows over from the sea.
Am Bm C
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand,
G Dm Em
unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be.
Am Bm C
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
G Dm Em
and collect like their victims in the bowl.
Am Bm C
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains.
G Dm Em
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul.
Am G Em Am
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong.
G Dm F G
The past is old and gone. It's best to move along
G Am Bm
and find your Avalon.
Am Bm C G DmEm
Verse 2
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,