[Dm]Leave the sleep and [F]let the [C7/E]springtime [Dm]talk
in [Bb]tongues from the [F]time be [C]fore [Dm]man
listen to a [F]daffodil [C7/E]tell her [F]tale
Let the guest [G]min, walk out, be the [Bb]first to [C]greet the [Dm]morn
The meadows of [F]heaven a [C7/E]wait har [Dm]vest
the [Bb]cliffs un- [F]jumped cold [C]waters un [Dm]touched
The elsewhere [F]creatures [C7/E]yet un [F]seen
Finally your [Gm]number came up
Free [Bb]fall a [C]waits the [Dm]brave.
PRE-CHORUS
[Dm] [Dsus] [Dm] [Gm/D] [F] [C/E]
CHORUS
[Dm]Come, taste the [F]wine, race the [C]blind
we will [Gm]guide you from the [Dm]light,
writing [Bbsus2]naughts till the end of [C]time.. [C] [Bb] [C]
[Dm]Come, surf the [F]clouds, race the [C]dark,
it feeds [Gm]from the runs un [Dm]done,
meet me [Bbsus2]where the [F]cliff greets the [C]sea...
Interlude 1
[Dm] [Dm] [F] [C]
[Dm] [C] [Dm] [Bb] [C]
Verse 2
[Dm]The answer to the [F]riddle be [C7/E]fore your [Dm]eyes
[Bb]is in dead [F]leaves and [C]fleeting [Dm]skies
returning [F]swans and [C7/E]sedulous [F]mice
writings on the [Gm]garden's book
in the [Bb]minute of [C]a lover's [Dm]look.
Building a [F]sandcastle [C/E]close [Gm]to the [Dm]shore
A [Bb]house of [F]cards from a [C]worn out [Dm]deck.
A home from the [F]fellowship, [C/E]poise [Bb]and [F]calm,
writing lyrics [Gm]for the song only [Bb]you can [C]under[Dm]stand..
Pre-chorus
[Dm] [Dsus] [Dm] [Gm/D] [F] [C/E]
Chorus
[Dm]Come, taste the [F]wine, race the [C]blind
we will [Gm]guide you from the [Dm]light,
writing [Bbsus2]naughts till the end of [C]time.. [C] [Bb] [C]
[Dm]Come, surf the [F]clouds, race the [C]dark,
it feeds [Gm]from the runs un [Dm]done,
meet me [Bbsus2]where the [F]cliff greets the [C]sea...
Interlude 2
[Dm] [Dm] [Csus] [C] [Gm]
[Dm] [F] [Csus] [C] [Gm]
BRIDGE
[Bm]Riding hard every shooting star
come to [A/C#]life open mind
have a laugh at the [Em]orthodox,
[Bm]Come, drink deep, let the [D]dam of mind seep,
Travel [A]with great Élan
Dance a jig at the [Em]funeral...
Final chorus
Come [Fm], taste the [Ab]wine, race the [Eb]blind
they will gui [Bbm]de you from the lig [Fm]ht,
writing [Dbsus2]naughts till the end of [Eb]time.. [Eb] [Db]Ooh [Eb],
[Fm]Come, surf the [Ab]clouds, race the [Eb]dark,
it feeds [Bbm]from the runs un [Fm]done,
meet me [Dbsus2]where the [Ab]cliff greets the [Eb]sea...
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