B Windmills cut thruE The void dividing the imagined and trueC#m The eyes neglect to see what the heart pursuesA But my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues in the untouchableB That’s not to sayE That I don’t feel the limitations and theE Drop from the expectationC#m It’s not naive, but the heart of creationA is the only thing proven true to me [Interlude]B E C#m A[Chorus]B When the fire’s burnin from sky to groundE Swing my weight around, begin the windstormC#m When the fire’s burnin from sky to groundA Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm {Interlude]B E C#m A [Verse 2]B Time past has thrown shadows over my shoulderE That as ghosts owned movement of my desiresC#m Lost like a stone cast as a wish into aA Well with no sound, no answer at the endB How can i sayE It’s wrong to feel the limitations and theE Drop from the expectation.C#m It’s not naive, but the heart of creationA is the only thing proven true to me [Chorus]B When the fire’s burnin from sky to groundE Swing my weight around, begin the windstormC#m When the fire’s burnin from sky to groundA Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm
Windstorm
School of Seven Bells
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- C#m4
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Tom:
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- E