Tom: E
B
Windmills cut thru
E
The void dividing the imagined and true
C#m
The eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues
A
But my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues in the untouchable
B
That’s not to say
E
That I don’t feel the limitations and the
E
Drop from the expectation
C#m
It’s not naive, but the heart of creation
A
is the only thing proven true to me
[Interlude]
B E C#m A
[Chorus]
B
When the fire’s burnin from sky to ground
E
Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm
C#m
When the fire’s burnin from sky to ground
A
Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm
