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