G D
Growing tired, barely walking
Em D
Walking over this sweet grave
C G
Winds grew bolder, bruised my shoulder
D
Not much left to say
G D
Sweet and spare now, holy sparrow
Em D
Singing softly outside
C G
When it's colder, we'll feel older
D
Not much left to hide
Chorus:
Em C G
We are breathing, we are seething
Em C D
We are hardly underway
G D G C
We have high hopes like the old popes
G D G
Even St. Peter's bones decay
G D
In the old times, we made up rhymes
Em D
To sing ourselves to sleep at night
C G
It was wild means, singing horse dreams
D
Did nothing wrong and nothing right
Chorus
Em C G
Making wishes like wine
Em G D
Losing sleep and losing time
Em C G
Maybe silver or green
C D
The world alive, the world unseen
