G       Am      F       C
G       Am      F       C

                G          Am         F      C 
In the dawning hour, break of day

                    G                      Am         F      C
strikes an old church tower a mile away.

                  G           Am                     F         C
Based on old transcriptions from a song

                 G  Am    F
we'll be mining tears from a stone.


                      G Am      F       C
From a stone

                             G   Am     F       C
Tears from a stone


As the morning daylight enters here
we'll be adding curses to a prayer.
Taking notes down as we go along
we'll be mining tears from a stone.

From a stone
Tears from a stone

You shoot the blame out like a star
that never asked us who we are.
You shoot a wish out to the sky
that never asked us where we hide.
Where we hide.