Cifras
Trojan Blue

Tom: G

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 Am                                                                                                   G 
      The soldiers standing on the shore take up their golden shields
 Am                                                                                     G 
      You watch them from your room high on the city walls
 Am                                                                                                 G 
      In the distance on the shifting sea, a thousand coloured sails
                         Am 
Is this the moment you made? Is this the way that you planned?
                         G 
You know it won't be long now
                       Dm                                                             E                                                       Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
                     Dm                                                               E                                             Bb                           C   G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you dare to look on as they burned for you?
                       Dm                                         E                                           Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue
 Am                                                                                           G 
      You remember how it used to be when you were just a girl
 Am                                                                                 G 
      Nothing really mattered then, you can remember so well
 Am                                                                                                                 G 
      How you used to hold your head so high, those days will never return
                       Dm                                                             E                                                       Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
                     Dm                                                               E                                             Bb                           C   G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you?
                       Dm                                         E                                           Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue
 Am                                                                                               G 
      Dust is drifting in the evening air across the field below
                       Am                                                                                         G 
The silver mirror you hold will never tell  you turn your face away
                       Dm                                                             E                                                       Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
                     Dm                                                               E                                             Bb                           C   G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you?
                       Dm                                         E                                           Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue
                       Dm                                         E                                           Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue