G#m B E How do I wake my spirit cold? B G#m F# We always say when our history's told G#m B G#m If only we knew the things we know G#m E F# B There's a question ages old G#m B E Let me down easy, let me down slow B G#m F# If all good things ever come and go G#m B G#m Let me back down in a place I know G#m F# B Hold the nail for the hammer stroke B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my trash, this my tome B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my blood, this my bone G#m B E How do I learn my dreams to mold B G#m F# To lay them bare in the morning cold? G#m B E If they're still out there then the chasm grows G#m E F# B For all you know, for all you've known G#m B E Let me down easy, let me down slow B G#m F# If all good things ever come and go G#m B E Let me back down in a place I know G#m F# B Hold the nail for the hammer stroke B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my blood, this my bone G#m B How do I wake my spirit cold? B F# Most people die but others just go G#m B E She's still out there and the chasm grows E G#m F# B Steady are the feet in the morning glow B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my trash, this my tome B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam B E G#m B F# Oooooh this my mountain, this is my home G#m B E How do I wake my spirit cold? Am E F# B There's a question ages old