Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 Take the lens from the cameras, the pens from the authors

 the masks from the strangers and lay them to rest

 The prize from the winner, the rings from his fingers, the song from the

 singers and take their last breath

 Caught my hand beneath the wheel

 Wondered how the pain would feel

 Waited for the wounds to heal

 Riding through the burning fields

 See the root of evil, the heart of the people, the eye of the needle that's

fallen from view

 I'm painting by numbers and dreaming in colours and thinking of others and

all that they do

 Caught my hand beneath the wheel

 Wondered how the pain would feel

 Waited for the wounds to heal

 Riding through the burning fields (2x)

End on: Bm