(Strum twice at every chord indication.)
G C D C
There are worlds out there where the sky is burning,
G C Em D
Where the seas are asleep and the rivers dream,
G Em C G
People made of smoke, and cities made of song,
G D G
We've got work to do, come on!
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G C D C
The ground spins round at a thousand miles per hour,
G C Em D
I can feel it as we fall through space,
G Em C G
Around the sun we're hurtling,
G D G
And to this world we cling.
(*)
C Em D
Have you ever wondered what it's like
C Em G D
To be wanderers in the fourth dimension?
C Em D G
There are lots of things to get across the universe
D D G
But most of all, you need a hand to hold.
G G G G G
(spoken)"I know what you're thinking, but what's the use of a good quotation if you can't change it?"
C G D G
I'll be a story in your head; that's okay,
C G D G
The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away,
C G D G
A millennium in my time, but 50 years in yours
G G G D G
Since we first stepped through those police box doors.
G C D C
Courage is more than just not being frightened,
G C Em D
Do what you're afraid of anyway, (Brave heart!)
G Em C G
I think it's fair to say in the language of your age
G D G *
That I lived the dream, owned the stage. (Oh my giddy aunt!)
G C D G
Machines can make laws, but they cannot preserve justice,
G C Em D
Only humans can do that.
G Em C G
Love was never known for rationality,
G D G *
Geronimo! Allons-y! (Anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.)
C Em D
Stars perish; planets come and go,
C Em G D
Matter disperses, coalesces, forms other patterns,
C Em D G
Nothing is eternal; I've seen universes
D D G
Freeze; creations burn.
C G D G
I'll be a story in your head; that's okay,
C G D G
The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away,
C G D G
A millennium in my time, but 50 years in yours
G G G D G
Since we first stepped through those police box doors.
C G D G
I'll be a story in your head; that's okay,
C G D G
The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away,
C G D G
A millennium in my time, but 50 years in yours
G G G D G
Since we first stepped through those police box doors.