G# F#
G# F# G# F# G#
And what you found was gold, as black as dried blood
F# G# F# E
The taste was oh so sweet, well one loves to love
F# E
The whole idea seems unfit to rule,
F# G#
But it's always that way
G# F# G# F# G#
So supple sprouts take aim at a coincidental sun
F# G# F# E
And careful hands tie their knots, in yarn until the dawn
F# E
No island, deserted land
F# G#
A heartless empire from
F# G#
What to want!
F# G# [whistling/instrumental]
E
F# E
Those who search, search by themselves
F# E
Leaving nothing to gain
F# E
Cast like stones into the night
F# D
We are one and the same
D C [instrumental, end on A]