The Nature Of Our Kind
CAPO III Bb x133xx F 133xxx D6 2202xx G It was half-past can't say when, G Been to Hell and back one weekend. Em No, Death was a dim-witted soul, Bb F G Lo! But he wasn't grim. G Asked if we could meet again, G Some other time, another place. Em Oh, no, it wasn't cheating, C Just the nature of competing, Bb F G I was simply twisting fate. G Oh, with a new moon dripped a steady stream, G I knelt and watched my face, Em C Caught the last train north, way up north, Bb F G With the cold wind giving chase. G D6 Em Oh, all the night was clear, C The air was crisp and clean, G C The great beyond all pistol black, the white serene, C Oh, when morning broke, Bb F G We woke to such a scene. G G Em C Bb F G Padadam... G Well, I stumbled round for days and days, G Walked my shadow to the ground, Em Well, I stirred the waking sun, C But I was not the only one Bb F G With bloody fists or blistered tongue. G Well, a thousand points of light cut through G The great storm in the sky, Em C Sunbeams somersaulting down, Bb F G At twice the speed of light. G On her hands criss-crossed, G All the clocks on the walls told different times, Em C And the cheap red wine splayed all the tiny Bb F G Fragments in my mind. G D6 Em C Oh, the caterwaul of crooked little chimes, G Ringing out of tune, C Yes, ringing out of time, Em Oh, the symphony! C The cracking of the trees, G The crashing of the waves, C The quaking underneath our feet, Am All in perfect pitch and key, Bb F G Just the nature of our kind.