Spirit Cold

Am C F How do I wake my spirit cold? C Am G We always say when our history's told Am C F If only we knew the things we know Am F G C There's a question ages old Am C F Let me down easy, let me down slow C Am G If all good things ever come and go Am C Am Let me back down in a place I know Am G C Hold the nail for the hammer stroke F Am C G Oooooh this my trash, this my tome F Am C G Oooooh this my blood, this my bone Am C F How do I learn my dreams to mold, C Am G To lay them bare in the morning cold? Am C F If they’re still out there then the chasm grows Am F G C For all you know, for all you’ve known Am C F Let me down easy, let me down slow C Am G If all good things ever come and go Am C Am Let me back down in a place I know Am G C Hold the nail for the hammer stroke F Am C G Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam F Am C G Oooooh this my blood, this my bone Am How do I wake my spirit cold? C G Most people die but others just go Am C F She’s still out there and the chasm grows F Am G C Steady are the feet in the morning glow F Am C G Oooooh this my trash, this my tome F Am C G Oooooh this my weapon, this my loam F Am C G Oooooh this my mountain, this is my home Am C F How do I wake my spirit cold? Am F G C There's a question ages old.