How To Explain Chords

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GWhFen Ea room becomes an altar

And what beast that must exist

 It flies with muDm6sic from our lips

 And steals a kiFss and blows it

Dm6Out into the misEt

Where castles stand on cliffs

And cobbled streets they wind and drift

 And mDm6oods are made and set but shift

 This pFlace where skies are low

Dm6And birds areE big

We went to sleep in day

And woke again the same day

 We have leDm6arned to cheat the time

 And find the hoFurs

 That the cDm6locks cannot defEine

As I looked up from that stage

 I felt the thing that had been mDm6ade

And how it raged

 And how it rFaged

 How to exDmplain?

Something makes me howl

 And shivG7er to the core

 Ah outsiAmde if it was raining

 Then insiFde there'd be a Gstorm

 We've got a paAmir of hands for climbing

 And a pair of Fknees to spring G

 And a paAmir of balls for strength

 And a pair of lFungs to sing G

 And theseAm simple chords

 That say: music iFs the langFuage of us alGl

Am E Am E

G F To write these soEngs is to be written

Ah the chorus always knows

 What is in stoDm6re

 And what is more the thing that sinFgs us

 Is Dm6the thing that makes us roaEr

I felt that beast 'kisso my neck

We clapped our hands

 And heard them sFpread

 There was a trumpet and Dm6a call

 A pFack of Spaniards screamed for moEre

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Am E Am E

 I find it Dmhard to speak emotional

 Cos these tG7hings are the things that

 Can't be sCaid

And when it's struck it strikes

 The memoFry from our hGeads

 OAmnce I wrote to play's

 To be imFmortal for a nGight

 And dAmespite the unknown hours

 Something haFppens

 When the lGight turns out the lCights

 Then we fade and yawAmn

 To musFic that's the language of us Gall

HAYMAN