Isabel
Frank Turner
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intro E|------| B|------| G|--4~--| D|--4~--| A|--2~--| E|------|B (Em) B (Em) So now the years are rolling by, and it’s not long since you and IG#m could have been train drivers andE Gb B astronautsB (Em) B (Em) And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cutsG#m E is that we can’t remember how weGb B (Em) got caughtB (Em) B (Em) Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens –G#m count your blessings, then breathe,E Gb B (Em) and count to tenB (Em) B (Em) And though it doesn’t often show, we are scared because we knowG#m our forefathers were farmers andE Gb G#m fishermenContinúa después del anuncioG#m EbE GbG#m And so the world has changed, worse or better’s hard to tell,Eb E but my hope remains within theGb arms of IsabelB (Em) B (Em) So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it’s oldG#m E Gb B of sowing seeds and setting sail.B (Em) B (Em) But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a weekG#m at these salvation schemes that areE Gb G#m bound to fail back to chorusC#m And I’ll admit that I am scaredBm Gb of what I don’t understand.C# But darling, if you’re there,Bm Gb gentle voice and soothing handsC# Bm GbEb E to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you’re there...G#m EbE GbG#m And so the world has changed, and I must change as wellEb E The machines we’ve made willGb G#m damn us into hellEb E Gb And the time will come when allG#m must save themselves.Eb E Gb I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel