Tom: E
Introdução:
Em
May I be a thought
C7+ A2 D2
Risen from my imagination?
Em C7+
As the mean against myself
A2 D2
As a definition?
Em C7+
Even so knowing, that I am I
A2 D2Em
And ever will be me
Breathing the air
Gm Bm
Envision a shape
Em
All you can see is just its scape
F#m G F#m
A blossom is your ceiling
Bm
The mold thread
Em
At its loots is rising up to your head
F#m G F#m
The scarp up seems defeating
Bm Em
And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
F#m G F#m
And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
Bm Em
And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
F#m G F#m
And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
E C7+
Ah-ahhhhh
E C7+
Ah-aahhhhh
E C7+
Em C7+
But all the same I feel pleased
A2 D2
And desolate at once
Em
Forcing the bale's larynx
C7+ A2 D2
Down to its feet, cause I'm standing
Em
On every step in every scion
Gm Bm
Envision a shape
Em
All you can see is just its scape
F#m G F#m
A blossom is your ceiling
Bm
The mold thread
Em
At its loots is rising up to your head
F#m G F#m
The scarp up seems defeating
Bm Em
And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
F#m G F#m
And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
Bm Em
And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
F#m G F#m
And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
E C7+
Ah-ahhhhh
E C7+
Ah-aahhhhh
E C7+
Aha-ahahaha