City and Colour - Song of unrest

^Am Have I lost my to^Guch? I w^Cant to feel less f^D6ear^{D Am} Where is the stirring of h^Gope ^COnce I held so ne^D6ar?^{D Am} This mournful w^Gail Has w^Corn away so th^D6in ^{D Am} Life is long if you're l^Giving it But drea^Cd will blow in like the w^D6ind^D

^GHow can I explain So that you ^Cadd9will understand How^G foolish it must be To op^Cadd9ine so openly? ^G Such a delicate life So f^Cadd9ull of tragedy ^G Why do we continue to treat Each o^Cadd9ther so savagely?

^Am Pills don't seem to w^Gork We're los^Ct at the bottom of the s^D6ea ^{D Am} Our bones are searching for s^Gomething else T^Cired of the flesh that they s^D6ee ^{D Am} I never th^Gought that I^C'd grow up to b^D6e ^{D Am} Another face in the cr^Gowd On the wr^Cong side of hist^D6ory^D

^GHow can I explain So that you ^Cadd9will understand How^G foolish it must be To op^Cadd9ine so openly? ^G Such a delicate life So f^Cadd9ull of tragedy ^G Why do we continue to treat Each o^Cadd9ther so savagely?

Oh, o^Amh...^{G C D6 D} Oh, o^Amh...^{G C D6 D}