verse 1 
Am      F      C        G         Dm      F 
Does it bother you? The stories untold, unheard of? 
C               Am         F      C      Em     F 
All these lives lived, and no one knows. Silent walkers. 
     Am       C         Dm    F           Fm       C 
This world is full, yet still filling. So many stories. 
Am     F    C          G      Cm     G            C       G7 
Yet we only know a few words. We are blind to the chapters. 
Am   F      C          G            Dm                F 
Billions of books, and we just keep writing for blind eyes. 
        C       Am     F          C          Em      F 
There's music unheard, melodies unplayed and tunes unsung. 
     Am           C      Dm        F        Fm           C 
What is a library for if not to be browsed? We are oblivious. 
F              C      G                  Fm       C 
Does it bother anyone that we speak to a dead audience? 



[Refrão]

    Fm       C       Em              Cm 
The glass is poured, filled and then drunk. 
G                              Am 
Empty lies the bottle upon the floor. 
Bbm                             C 
Every man his own brewer of his wine 
Fm       C        Em      Cm 
Until at last his orchard dries. 
    G                    Am 
His bottles will dry and crack, 
    Eb                   D 
And no one will know his taste. 
    F#m                        Fm 
His glass will shatter to deaf ears, 
        Cm              C 
And his brew will go to waste. 


verse 2 
Am      F        C             G       Dm           F 
We plug into the world, but we read so little, hear so little. 
C              Am              F             C        Em         F 
So much music, so little time. Bookshelves untouched, drowned in dust. 
Am            C            Dm            F                    Fm           C 
Too much time spent on our 9 to 5's, and nothing left for the unheard composers. 
   Am       F            C       G              Cm           G    C      G7 
We all have dreams, some broken, some dead and abandoned. So few achieved. 
     Am            F      C          G         Dm             F 
Like nightmares we walk, afraid and abandoned. Closed off and sheltered. 
    C              Am          F   C        Em                  F 
The only eyes that read us are our own, the mirrors our biggest fans. 
Am         C            Dm            F            Fm             C 
Maybe it's time that we slow down and take time to read something new. 
F             C       G Fm                           C 
Time to ask a question, meaningless but full of potential. 


[Refrão]
 
    Fm       C       Em              Cm 
The glass is poured, filled and then drunk. 
G                              Am 
Empty lies the bottle upon the floor. 
Bbm                             C 
Every man his own brewer of his wine 
Fm       C        Em      Cm 
Until at last his orchard dries. 
    G                    Am 
His bottles will dry and crack, 
    Eb                   D 
And no one will know his taste. 
    F#m                        Fm 
His glass will shatter to deaf ears, 
        Cm              C 
And his brew will go to waste. 


Verse: 3 
Am              F          C          G             Dm         F 
Ask a stranger about their story, and maybe they'll read you a chapter. 
C                     Am            F         C        Em      F 
Millions of songs and we confine ourselves to our favorite playlists. 
Am            C           Dm       F              Fm        C 
Does it scare anyone else that the most important people to us 
Am     F      C        G         Cm              G        C     G7 
Came into our lives by chance? A stranger turned lover by chance? 
    Am                F       C     G        Dm                F 
The monster under our beds is fate, the most terrifying of all myths. 
C               Am          F      F        C       Em      F 
Sometimes kind, other times cruel. Possibly caring, maybe deceitful. 
    Am        C         Dm       F         Fm          C 
The one diety we cannot turn our backs to, everlasting control. 
F              C       G               Fm        C 
Unless we take time to read new lines, taste new flavors. 



[Refrão]
 
    Fm       C       Em              Cm 
The glass is poured, filled and then drunk. 
G                              Am 
Empty lies the bottle upon the floor. 
Bbm                             C 
Every man his own brewer of his wine 
Fm       C        Em      Cm 
Until at last his orchard dries. 
    G                    Am 
His bottles will dry and crack, 
    Eb                   D 
And no one will know his taste. 
    F#m                        Fm 
His glass will shatter to deaf ears, 
        Cm              C 
And his brew will go to waste. 


Verse: 4 
Am        F          C              F 
Fate is a wild card, unreadable and powerful. 
C         Am      F           C          Em         F 
One small change, one small decision can change the world. 
   Am           C            Dm                     F          C 
Is anyone else afraid of the endless variables, the constant uncertanty? 
     Am   C                 Cm    G              C     G7 
This fear captivates me and yet I cannot tear my eyes away. 


Outro 
C                       F 
Put down your pens, and pick up a book. 
Em                                  Am 
Close your books and read something new. 
Dm 
Find a new glass to drink from. 
Gm        Fadd9      Em7        G         C 
Open your ears, your eyes, your heart and mind.