Intro: F#
Bsus2 Bsus2 Words get written. Words get twisted. Bsus2 Bsus2 Old meanings move in the drift of time A Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change Bsus2 the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone. Dsus2 Esus2 A5 G5 Bsus2 Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Dsus2 Esus2 G5 A5 F# Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.(Same chords as above)
True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal touch. Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers. Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.
In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals. High on
lofty minarets or in the temples of doom. I hope the old man's got his
face on. He'd better be some quick change artist. Suffer little children
to make their minds up soon. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. Roots to branches. Roots
to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots
to branches.