| D | C | G | |
| A rosewater | tear you cry |
| On a black horse you ride |
| Ride past us all |
| Like wreckage on the shore |
| The circle and the tamborine |
| Nothing is what it seems |
| But round and round |
| We all go |
| F | G | |
| Like the | chaos of the | angel |
| C | D | |
| And a | song to ease her | soul |
| F | G | D | |
| I'm not | interested in | fables any | more |
| And all those bright eyed children at the gate |
| With sparkle minds and dealing weight |
| They're not interested in fables any more |
| Stage fright on open night |
| But you remembered every line |
| And when the curtain fell |
| They pulled down the sky |
| A Pale blue dusk kicked up behind |
| With horizons on your mind |
| As you go on and on and on your way |
| Like the chaos of the angel |
| And a song to ease her soul |
| I'm not interested in fables any more |
| And all those bright eyed children at the gate |
| With sparkle minds and dealing weight |
| They're not interested in fables any more |
| F | G | D | |
| They're not | interested in | fables any | more |
| They're not interested in fables any more |
| They're not interested in fables |