A It started with the moon E F#m that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters. A E There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring F#m and it ends how you’d expect. A Forever dressing down F#m I’m like a stranger G hanging round outside the kingdom hall. F#m I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl, E you could’ve said I was a school friend. Bm D And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up Bm they say it’s just the sun A but I know that face. A E Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned F#m and then there’s us, babe. A E You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring F#m and it ends how you’d expect. A I dig your dresses out F#m and hang ‘em round about the house G and turn the lights down low. F#m Now you’re everywhere I go E looking faintly disappointed. Bm D And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up Bm they say it’s just the sun A (G#5) but I know that face. F#m But the devil’s tricks A (B5) just seem to sit so light on you. F#m They’d never get the Marionette A this tight on you. Bm In the parliamentary houses D there’ll be talk of what this is Bm A with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us. Bm But I’ll take my pound of substance D from those insubstantial men. Bm Whatever their arguments, A I’ll prove your innocence. D Drag your holy horse cart in the sky A when I wake up, oh yeah. D Testify allegiance with more A puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah. D Every statue’s weeping honey and it makes my sight go funny A ‘cause I’m over sympathetic and I can’t control myself. D Leave that painful memory A E A in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.