Gm7/D       G#m7/D  
e |x|       e |x|
B |3|       B |4|
G |3|       G |4| 
D |3|       D |4|
A |5|       A |6|
E |x|       E |x|

[Verse 1] 
Fm     C7
Deep asleep
C#        C
Need some waking up
Fm         Bbdim   C#      C
Time can't seeeeee what he does to us
A#m            G#
Shadows fall asleep
A#m        Fm
Thank you, thank you
C#            G#
Mind and body breathe
A#m
Thanks

[Chorus]
        C#     G#    A#m
Bastard son is in my eyes
        C#     G#           D#         Gm7/D
It takes wholes of lives to see things right
        C#  G#     A#m
I'm the opening of tides
         C                D#        Gm7/D     C#      
There is open and there's open from the other side

[Verse 2]
Fm   C7     C#      C  
Intertwined one in another goes
Fm  Bbdim  C#       C
Reassigned souls in flattened time
A#m           G#
Sad as we are blind
  A#m         Fm
I love you, I love you
C#      G#
As ifs actual
    A#m         C
The pains flows through

[Chorus]
         C#      G#        A#m
Swelling space inside a window
            C#                    G#        D#         Gm7/D        
Something's there when "God" and "oh" share height or rate
       C#    G#   A#m
In the old Encino term
          C        D#             Gm7/D           C# 
There is one who separates, in between and low as dirt

[Verse 3]
F#m    C#7
Living scene
D              C#
It's what goes up and down
F#m     Bdim   D            C#
Along a street inner vision only sees
Bm           A
Ahh place me there
    Bm            F#m
I'm with you, I'm with you
     D           A
Life takes me anywhere
    Bm       C#
The blues we share
      
[Chorus]
      D      A            Bm
And duration builds its climb
         D       A     E      G#m7/D
You can count on me to darken light
       D         A       Bm
In the fields of flowers burned
 C#        E             G#m7/D                     D
There is one down below, straight beneath who never learns

[Outro]
     Fm                C#7           C
In a need you peel the self from the bones 
  A#m
I say
    Fm                  C#7       C
Irritate til you're not needed anymore
   A#m
It's war
Fm                   C#7               C    A#m
Living things have a meaning all their own
Fm                     C#7           C     A#m
Breathing sings to the soul like Marian Anderson