Intro:

E A Bm 

E|------------------------| |
B|------------------------| |
G|--9---------------------| |
D|-----9------------------| |
A|--------12--11----7-----| |
E|------------------------| |

       E
So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where 
    A                                   Bm
the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. 

E|------------------------| |
B|------------------------| |
G|--9---------------------| |
D|-----9------------------| |
A|--------12--11----7-----| |
E|------------------------| |


         E                                     A
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay                       
                      Bm
on a frown. Watch her memories of human voices drown. 



Chorus:

E A

           C#/A Bm                E       A  
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom. Make                    
         C#/A  Bm                               E        A  
grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring. 
          C#/A  Bm             E          A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering words that           
            E
Betta never heard. 

Solo played over:

E A Bm


Verse:

        E                             A
So The backlanes tie the city down; a mess of dirty           
        Bm                                    
string. Winter dies the same way every spring. 

E|------------------------| |
B|------------------------| |
G|--9---------------------| |
D|-----9------------------| |
A|--------12--11----7-----| |
E|------------------------| |

        E                          A
As the sky tries on its uniform of turned off t.v.               
              Bm
grey, and the way we watched her watch us walks away, 


Chorus:

E A

          C#/A Bm              E        A  
let every rain clatter down at groaning streets. Make                    
          C#/A  Bm                      E        A 
footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls. 
          C#/A  Bm             E        A 
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words   

that Betta never heard. 



Whurlitzer and whirly-wind and guitar Solos played over:

E A Bm 

Chorus: 

A

          C#/A Bm                 E        A      
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors to                      
          C#/A Bm                          E        A
rooms that too much has happened in. 
          C#/A  Bm             E         A 
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words