the

Walls & Birds

songbook

E G#m What coloured points to follow the orange or the blue E G#m The entrance and the payment and the walk to the pharmacy B G#m E The dude that is controlling shakes his head on me B G#m F# He says to get in here I still need to test me free F# So I cry come please let me in anyway Cause I’ve been waiting for that appointment for over quite some time Understanding he nods and then gets the admission right along Inside baby moms and dads and lots of old people too The injured sick and dead and all the in between Ebm F# G#m In the waiting room no windows but a TV everybody sees B C# G#m Some letter of that after life to spell B C# G#m Shell lure you back to cancel half a line B Bbm F# Now all your tears wash out the words of it Ebm C# B G#m In the dark Ferrash strives to prepare it for another guest The vine has struck a fibre which about If clings my being let the Derwish flout And the first morning of creation I wrote what the last dawn I read So not one returns to tell us of the road we must go Which to discover we must travel there too Strange is it not that of the myriads who Before us past these hallways of the unknown through? The revelation and default I learn Devotion first until disappointment burns It’s all but stories that I invent from nothing I tell my fellows and then right home I return Why If my soul can fling all of the dusty stuff aside? And naked on the air of heaven right tonight A message from that after life to spell Shell lure you back to cancel half a line Now all your tears wash out the words of it In the dark Ferrash strives to prepare it for another guest The vine has struck a fibre which about If clings my being let the Derwish flout And the first morning of creation I wrote what the last dawn I read That she who subtly wrought me into shape Shell stamp me back to shapeless earth again A vessel in an after rage destroyed I never know where I am in the pain or how much longer I have to go