Music That Puts Everything Together Chords by Jason Webley

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_ _ _ [C] One day the knife began to [Am] fall and as it [Gm] dropped I heard it [F] call,
Oh father [Em] see how I have [D] grown, Plastic fruit of seed you [C] sent.
I lost my direction, [A] saw [Gm] my reflection, It was hard [C] to see that [D] face you sent.
[Dm] Welcome home brother, how [G] have you been?
_ _ We're [C] at the end [B] of an era, no [Am] more sharpening our arrows, [F] no more playing.
[Em] We never hit things that [G] we are shooting [C] at, we've gone through the valley.
[Am] We've borne our [C] burden badly but [F] lift up your [Em] ears and turn around.
[Dm] Think [D] I can hear a [F] sound, the tune is sweet, the rhythm [G] strong,
The music that could bring us [Am] all _ together _ _ _ _
[G] _ again. _ _ _ _
[C] One night I [B] left my lady's [Am] side, felt some [G] change within the town.
[F] Pulled a [C] blanket over [D] me, set my [G] little boat to [C] sea.
[G] Feel the waves [Am] come, find the rhythm, [F] the ocean [C] won't let you [Dm] forget.
_ Time goes [D] on, but the tide will come [G] back _ _ _ in.
We're [C] at the end of an era, [Am] no more [C] sharpening our arrows, [F] no more playing.
[C] We never hit [Dm] things that [G] we are shooting [C] at, we've got lovers [Am] waiting,
Spent our [G] juices masturbating.
[F] I [C] think it's time we [Dm] start to build something that has a [F] heart.
The air is growing thick with [G] thorns, a juice might bring these scattered [Am] bones together _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ again.
One _ _ _
[C] morning we woke up to [Am] find the chasm [Em] had become so [F] wide between us [C] and our fathers.
[Dm] While we [G] slept the space grew [C] larger, I could feel the shadow, [Am] _ [Em] hear the echo [F] of a song I [Em] know we used to [Dm] sing.
It's time _ _ to remember how [G] it _ _ begins.
_ We're [C] at the end of an era, no [Am] more sharpening [D] our arrows, no [F] more playing.
[C] We never hit things that [G] we are shooting [C] at, we've sent our vessels out to [Am] sea.
Tied our [C] feathers to the tree, [F] spent the [Em] winter on our [Dm] knees.
Looking [G] for these melodies, [F] songs of a forgotten [G] king who longs to hear his people [Am] sing together _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ _ again. _ _
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