Trojan Blue

Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Dm  E  Bb  Dm  E  Bb

Am                                                  G
   The soldiers standing on the shore take up their golden shields
Am                                           G
   You watch them from your room high on the city walls
Am                                                 G
   In the distance on the shifting sea, a thousand coloured sails
            Am
Is this the moment you made? Is this the way that you planned?
            G
You know it won't be long now

           Dm                               E                            Bb
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you dare to look on as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                      Bb
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue

Am                                              G
   You remember how it used to be when you were just a girl
Am                                         G
   Nothing really mattered then, you can remember so well
Am                                                         G
   How you used to hold your head so high, those days will never return

           Dm                               E                            Bb
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                      Bb
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue

Am                                                G
   Dust is drifting in the evening air across the field below
           Am                                             G
The silver mirror you hold will never tell; you turn your face away

           Dm                               E                            Bb
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you?
           Dm                     E                      Bb
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue
           Dm                     E                      Bb
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue