Melody:
| B E F# | G F# G A B A G F# | F# G E |
| B E F# | G F# G A B A D C | B B B |
Em B7 D A7
When it should learn to speak before it melts away
Em D G B (or B7)
It would express that each have words no one else will say
G B (or B7) Em
I have been floated to this thought this hour
A
On a series of events
D7 Edim7 B
I cannot explain
G B Em
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
A
What it would effect
D7 Edim7 B
That will not remain
A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere
The spiracle's obedience it is true, I swear
Chorus
If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside
Chorus