Peter Gabriel - Here comes the flood

^BmWhen the night ^Bm/Ashows and ^Gsignals grow on radios ^{A Bm}All the strange ^Bm/Athings that ^Gcome and go as early warnings ^AStranded starfish ^F#m7have no ^Gplace to hide Still ^Gwaiting ^Efor the ^Aswollen ^F#Easter ^Bmtide Theres ^Bm7/Ano point in direction, we ^Ecannot^Em even ^Gchoose a ^Dside

^BmI took the old ^Bm/Atrack, the ^Ghollow shoulder, across the waters,^{A Bm}On the tall cliffs^Bm/A, they were ^Ggetting older, sons and daughters, ^AThe jaded under^F#m7world was ^Griding high, And ^Gwaves of ^Esteel hurled ^Ametal ^F#at the ^Bmsky, And ^Bm7/Aas the nails sunk in the cloud, The ^Erain was ^Emwarm and ^Gsoaked the ^Dcrowd.

^DLord, here ^Acomes the ^Bmflood ^AWe will say good^F#bye, to flesh and ^Bmblood If a^F#gain the seas are silent in ^Bmany still alive ^F#It'll be those who gave their island ^Gto survive Drink ^Gm7up, ^C9dreamers, you're ^Drunning dry

^BmWhen the flood ^Bm/Acalls, you^G have no home, you have no walls, ^{A Bm}In the thundercras^Bm/Ah, you're a ^Gthousand minds within a flash, ^ADon't be afraid to ^F#m7cry at ^Gwhat you see, The ^Gactor's ^Egone, there's ^Aonly ^F#you and ^Bmme, And ^Bm7/Aif we break before the dawn, they'll ^Euse ^Emup what we ^Gused to ^Dbe.

^DLord, here ^Acomes the ^Bmflood ^AWe will say good^F#bye, to flesh and ^Bmblood If a^F#gain the seas are silent in ^Bmany still alive ^F#It'll be those who gave their island ^Gto survive Drink ^Gm7up, ^C9dreamers, you're ^Drunning dry