Sting - A thousand years

A th^Eb5ousand years, a thousand more A th^Abm/Ebousand times a million doors to et^Db/Ebernity ^Ab5/Eb I may have lived a tho^Eb5usand lives, a thousand times An e^Abm/Ebndless turning stairway climbs to a t^Db9/Ebower of soul^Ab5/Ebs If it takes another t^Ebm/Gbhousand years, a thousand wars The t^Abmowers rise to numberless floors ^Db9/Fin space I could shed another m^Eb5/Dbillion tears, a mi^Abm/Cbllion breaths A million names but only one truth t^Bb7sus4o face ^{Ebm Eb5}

A mi^Eb5llion roads, a million fears A mi^Abm/Ebllion suns, ten million years of u^Db/Ebncertai^Ab5/Ebnty I could speak a mill^Eb5ion lies, a million songs A mi^Abm/Ebllion rights, a million wrongs in thi^Db9/Ebs balance of^Ab5/Eb time But if there was a s^Ebm/Gbingle truth, a single light A sin^Abmgle thought, a singular touch of g^Db9/Frace Then following this si^Eb5/Dbngle point, this s^Abm/Cbingle flame The single haunted memory of your ^Bb7sus4face

I s^Ebtill l^Abm/Ebove you ^Db9/Eb I s^Eb/Gtill w^Abmant yo^Db9/Fu A tho^Gb/Dbusand times the mysteries unf^Cb9old themselves Bb7sus4 Ebm Ebm/Db CbMaj7 Like galaxies in my head

^Eb5I may be numberless,^Abm/Eb I may be innocent ^Db9/EbI may know many things^Ab5/Eb, I may be ignorant ^Eb5Or I could ride with kings ^Abm/Eband conquer many lands ^Db9/EbOr win this world at cards and ^Ab5let it slip my hands ^Ebm/GbI could be cannon food^Abm, destroyed a thousand times ^Db9/FReborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes ^Eb5/DbOr wear this pilgrim's cloa^Abm/Cbk, or be a common thief ^Bb7sus4I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I s^Ebtill l^Abm/Ebove you ^Db9/Eb I s^Eb/Gtill w^Abmant yo^Db9/Fu A tho^Gb/Dbusand times the mysteries unf^Cb9old themselves Like galaxies in my^Bb7sus4 head ^Abm/CbOn and on the mysteries unw^Abmind themselves eternities still un^Gb9/Bbsaid 'Til y^Bbm7ou love ^Ebm9me