Grace Cathedral Hill The Decemberists
'Grace Cathedral Hill' from the 2003 album "Castaways and Cutouts"
written by Colin Meloy
[G]Grace Cathedral hill, all w[Em]rapped in the
bones of a setting sun, all [C]dust and stone
and moribund. I paid twent[D]y-five cents to
light a li[D7]ttle white candle f[G]or a New Year's
Day. I[Em] sat and watched it burn away then
[C]turned and weaved through the slow decay.
We were b[D]oth a little hungry so we w[D7]ent
to get a hotdog. [G]Down the Hyde St. Pier, the ligh[Em]t was slight and
dissapeared. The air[C], it sunk of fish and beer. We[D] heard
a superman trumpet play the N[D7]ational Anthem.
[C]And the world may b[G]elong for y[Em]ou, b[C]ut he'll
never be[G]long to [Em]you. [C]But on a motorbike[Cm], when
all the city lights [D]blind your eyes to[D7]night, are you
feeling b[C]etter now? [D].......Are you feeli[G]ng be...ttttter..no[Em]oooww.
Are you fee[C]ling better now?[Cm]
Some way to greet the year: your eyes all
bright and brimmed with tears. The
pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing
"Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo."
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery
Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and
vinegar. I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle.
And the world maybe be long for you, but he'll
never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when
all the city lights blind your eyes, are you
feeling better now?