Almost Spent Eden Burning
(official site of EB)
wave goo[Bsus4]dbye to the good ol[F#]d days
and wond[Bsus4]er where they we[F#]nt.
check your w[Bsus4]atches and grab your [F#]coats,
for the cent[Bsus4]ury is almost s[E/F#]pent.
stand in the [Bsus4]hall and bid your f[F#]arewell,
get rea[Bsus4]dy for the col[F#]d.
it's the witch[Bsus4]ing hour, it's pumpkin[F#] time
and the s[Bsus4]tories are being t[E/F#]old.
and you're plotting a[G#m]nd scheming
and[B] dreaming[C#m] the end[Em].
where [F#]are the real peopl[B]e,
the peo[G#m]ple for chan[E]ge?
the century[F#] could pass and we[B]'d party
but the worl[C#m]d cries out to dan[E]ce agai[F#]n.
i[Bsus4]t's like a wave and it's [F#]builidng out there,
[Bsus4]heading for the shor[F#]e.
[Bsus4]knuckles whiten, the kno[F#]ts are tightened,
the t[Bsus4]ime and tide of the po[E/F#]or.
let'[D]s all meet by the se[Am]a,
and watch the sun [C]go down on 100 yea[D]rs.
th[D]e tide is drawing [Am]in
and it's time to liste[C]n to a world of tear[D]s.
like a[Bsus4] fever; a blinding [F#]fire,
a w[Bsus4]orld hidden from our eye[F#]s.
t[Bsus4]he century will pass, so st[F#]rong and silent,
d[Bsus4]on't let its call be denie[E/F#]d.