G#   F#


G#           F#        G#                      F#         G#
And what you found was gold, as black as dried blood
              F#    G#                       F#        E
The taste was oh so sweet, well one loves to love
           F#                 E
The whole idea seems unfit to rule,
         F#          G#
But it's always that way

G#        F#           G#             F#           G#
So supple sprouts take aim at a coincidental sun
            F#              G#                       F#        E
And careful hands tie their knots, in yarn until the dawn
     F#             E
No island, deserted land
            F#       G#
A heartless empire from
        F#      G#
What to want!

F#   G#  [whistling/instrumental]

E
          F#                    E
Those who search, search by themselves
        F#                E
Leaving nothing to gain
          F#              E
Cast like stones into the night
       F#            D
We are one and the same