Trojan Blue

Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  

Dm  E  Bb  Dm  E  Bb

Am                            
   The soldiers standing on the 
                      G
shore take up their golden shields
Am                             
   You watch them from your room 
              G
high on the city walls
Am                                
   In the distance on the shifting
                 G
 sea, a thousand coloured sails
            Am
Is this the moment you made? Is this
 the way that you planned?
            G
You know it won't be long now

           Dm                      
The finest treasures of kings, all 
         E                     
of those precious things - they 
       Bb
never tempted you
          Dm                     
So as you stood in the ruins, how 
           E                     
could you dare to look on as they 
  Bb              C  G
burned for you?
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           Dm                     
The broken pieces of clay and the 
E                      Bb
palest eyes painted in Trojan blue

Am                                
   You remember how it used to be 
              G
when you were just a girl
Am                                
   Nothing really mattered then, 
         G
you can remember so well
Am                                
   How you used to hold your head 
                         G
so high, those days will never 
return

           Dm                      
The finest treasures of kings, all 
         E                     
of those precious things - they 
       Bb
never tempted you
          Dm                     
So as you stood in the ruins, how 
           E                     
could you ever have known as they 
  Bb              C  G
burned for you?
           Dm                     
The broken pieces of clay and the 
E                      Bb
palest eyes painted in Trojan blue

Am                                
   Dust is drifting in the evening
                G
 air across the field below
           Am                  
The silver mirror you hold will 
                           G
never tell; you turn your face away

           Dm                      
The finest treasures of kings, all 
         E                     
of those precious things - they 
       Bb
never tempted you
          Dm                     
So as you stood in the ruins, how 
           E                     
could you ever have known as they 
  Bb              C  G
burned for you?
           Dm                     
The broken pieces of clay and the 
E                      Bb
palest eyes painted in Trojan blue
           Dm                     
The broken pieces of clay and the 
E                      Bb
palest eyes painted in Trojan blue