A#m G#
When all the worlds are lost in snow
I have to move this meaning through
Disperse the force so far engendered
F# C# G#
All near the steam and summer view
A#m C#
And then... remain.
A#m G#
Where steeples crash in fire and thunder
Where sheets of steel obscure the land
Where word and sense are torn asunder
F# C# G#
Here was the place I chose to stand
F# C# G#
Just when I think I'm going under
A#m C#
I... remain.
A#m G#
Well all the waves of spin are foaming
And fake muezzin steam and brew
Formed in the fire of all their longings
F# C# G#
This is the way I took it through
F# C# G#
Just when I think I'm going under
F# C# G#
This is the way I thought it through
F# C# G...
This is the way I took it under