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