New Model Army High
(Am C)x8
Verse 1:
G Em
Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
F Em
The long grass it blows in ripples,
G Em
There's a beautiful spiral of roads,
F
That lead the lost up here.
G Em
I was watching the birds taking off,
F Em
To swoop down over the city,
G Em
They find and take just what they need,
F
And turn, turn, turn.
Chorus:
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Verse 2:
G Em
That afternoon on the hustler gate,
F Em
With all the TVs flickering,
G Em
While behind the sky was moving,
F
Liquid crimson gold.
G Em
Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
F Em
To the unfaithful messengers,
G Em
For theirs is a prison world,
F
Of lies, lies, lies.
Chorus
Bridge:
D
The keening wind,
F
It blows though me, it blows through me.
D
My time it must,
F
Be almost done, be almost done.
(Am C)x4
Outro:
Am C
All these things you fear so much
Am C
Depend on angles of vision.
Am C
Down in the maze of walls,
Am C
You can't see what's coming,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing,
Am C
From high on the high hills
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It all looks like nothing, nothing
