Intro: Dmaj7 Gmaj7 the s take this palm, follow the lines here are written and script out the rest of your life and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back the tainted election, the hole in the sky command what is tried, what is true but without solution, with feet on the ground it won't make a sound 'til you're through so loosen your shoulderblades this is your hour to make due because there on the timberline deep cold november shines through soft and absolute this quiet (guitartabs.cc)
