Melody: 
| B E F# | G F# G A B A G F# | F# G E | 
| B E F# | G F# G A B A D C  | B B B | 

     Em                 B7              D      A7 
When it should learn to speak before it melts away 
           Em                   D            G         B (or B7) 
It would express that each have words no one else will say 

G           B (or B7)       Em 
I have been floated to this thought this hour 
     A 
On a series of events 
D7   Edim7      B 
I cannot explain 
G           B                    Em 
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power 
A 
What it would effect 
D7        Edim7    B 
That will not remain 

A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere 
The spiracle's obedience it is true, I swear 

Chorus 

If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride 
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside 

Chorus