Rough Magic

Am        C        Am     C
None so hopelessly blind
   Am              C    Am C
Is he who will not look
Am       C           Am
None so hopelessly kind
   C               Am       C    
Is he who didn't see, they took
Am C

Am           C     Am       C
All that is feral, that is sweet
        Am             C    Am C
In this war against dissent
  Am           C               
You shook your head and took the 
   Am           C
knife instead
           Am         C      Am C
But that's not what I meant

[Chorus]
         Am    C     Am C
Into the snow grass
         Am    C Am C
Upon the hills
      Am           C
Holy this and holy that
       Am       C               
But there's no friendly shapes 
Am  C  Am C
here
             Am       C           
Oh, and the blood has made our 
  Am        C
dream hard to light
Am              C
It's only rough magic
         Am        C
There's nothing to ignite
       Am           C    Am C
I've overplayed my hand
            Am      C Am C
You never screamed
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            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream
                 Am      C Am C
Yeah, you never screamed
            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream

Too

[Verse]
Am        C        Am     C
None so hopelessly blind
   Am              C    Am C
Is he who will not look
Am       C           Am
None so hopelessly kind
   C               Am       C    
Is he who didn't see, they took
Am C

Am           C     Am       C
All that is feral, that is sweet
        Am             C    Am C
In this war against dissent
  Am           C               
You shook your head and took the 
   Am           C
knife instead
           Am         C      Am C
But that's not what I meant

[Chorus]
         Am    C     Am C
Into the snow grass
         Am    C Am C
Upon the hills
      Am           C
Holy this and holy that
       Am       C               
But there's no friendly shapes 
Am  C  Am C
here
             Am       C           
Oh, and the blood has made our 
  Am        C
dream hard to light
Am              C
It's only rough magic
         Am        C
There's nothing to ignite
       Am           C    Am C
I've overplayed my hand
            Am      C Am C
You never screamed
            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream
                 Am      C Am C
Yeah, you never screamed
            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream

Too
             Am       C           
Oh, and the blood has made our 
  Am        C
dream hard to light
Am              C
It's only rough magic
         Am        C
There's nothing to ignite
       Am           C    Am C
I've overplayed my hand
            Am      C Am C
You never screamed
            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream
                 Am      C Am C
Yeah, you never screamed
            Am            C     Am C
Though you talked from a dream