| Em | F#m | |
| Just take a pebble and | cast it to the sea, |
| Em | F#m | |
| Then watch the ripples that | unfold into me, |
| A5 | G5 | D5/A | G5 | |
| My f | ace spill so gently | int | o your | eyes, |
| A5 | C | Bm/F# | E | |
| Distu | rbing the waters of our | li | ves. |
| Em | F#m | |
| Shread of our memories are l | ying on your grass; |
| Em | F#m | |
| Wounded words of laughter are gr | aveyards of the past. |
| A5 | G5 | D5/A | G5 | |
| Ph | otographs are grey and torn, sc | att | ered in your | fields |
| A5 | C | Bm/F# | E | |
| L | etters of your mem'ries ar | e n | ot real. |
| -KEYBOARD SOLO |
| -GUITAR RITHMICS (changes the bass in the arpeggio and then bends the minor third) IN D# |
| -KEYBOARD SOLO IN F# |
| Em | F#m | |
| Sadness on your shoulders like a w | ornout overcoat |
| Em | F#m | |
| In pockets creased and tattered hang t | he rags of your hope. |
| A5 | G5 | D5/A | G5 | |
| The d | aybreak is your midnight; the c | olours | have all | died. |
| A5 | C | Bm/F# | E | C | Bm/F# | A | G | |
| Disturbing the waters of our lives, of ou | r | lives, | of our | li | ves, l | iv | es, |
| F | |
| lives... |
| Em | |
| Of our l | ives. |