A D – A – E
when i met death he bended like a mile high tree
climbing his shoulders , admiring the scene
a forest set fire as i wept in fear for things
i knew i was hiding between the good in you , and me
neurotic , i asked him what route we’ve gone
using words that can’t be hear you silenced mine
the water was orange , holy neon tangerine
we’ll be there when we get there , either way you’re here with me
D A
so let it be , let it be , let it be
A D – A – E
the garden , a blind man , a ti – 83
a title reunion but you can’t remember me
the time is arriving , prepare to meet the king
the sun that has one thousand sons deciding if one’s me
D E A F#m
and then as if my eyes had been replaced with gasoline
exploding , sending thousands upon thousands towards the trees
it’s harder now , than ever to express how much that means
D E D A
and i realized i’ve already been here once and now again
A D – A – E
i Am the wind , i Am the trees , i’m the saving sand
you speak about sometimes but i never understand
the garden , the blind man , i hope you know
and all the scenes that you’ve undone you’ll have to sew
D A
oh , now go , now go , now go
A D – A – E
yeah , all the scenes that you’ve undone you will indeed repair
D E A
for now , you must be fully aware
for now , you must become fully aware
A D – A – E
when i met death he bended like a mile high tree
climbing his shoulders , admiring the scene
a forest set fire as i wept in fear for things
i knew i was hiding between the good in you , and me
neurotic , i asked him what route we’ve gone
using words that can’t be hear you silenced mine
the water was orange , holy neon tangerine
we’ll be there when we get there , either way you’re here with me
D A
so let it be , let it be , let it be
A D – A – E
the garden , a blind man , a ti – 83
a title reunion but you can’t remember me
the time is arriving , prepare to meet the king
the sun that has one thousand sons deciding if one’s me
D E A F#m
and then as if my eyes had been replaced with gasoline
exploding , sending thousands upon thousands towards the trees
it’s harder now , than ever to express how much that means
D E D A
and i realized i’ve already been here once and now again
A D – A – E
i Am the wind , i Am the trees , i’m the saving sand
you speak about sometimes but i never understand
the garden , the blind man , i hope you know
and all the scenes that you’ve undone you’ll have to sew
D A
oh , now go , now go , now go
A D – A – E
yeah , all the scenes that you’ve undone you will indeed repair
D E A
for now , you must be fully aware
for now , you must become fully aware
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