C G Doesn't it seem strange F A# Searching for a hidden page F D/F# C The fairyโs cage Coming of true age Leave the costume on the stage The silkworm's rage Dm Iridescent thread, beautiful and dead C A# Billions of worms were boiled to make the bed Chorus: D F Strange, see the luna moth cry D F Lime green tears through the fruit bat's eyes Scatter and destroy Every power you enjoy To lay with the void Twirling of the dime, splitting of the mind Drawing constellations โtil the stars align Chorus You have wings of gold You will never grow old And turquoise lungs You have never been young You have wings of gold You will never grow old And turquoise lungs You have never been young | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C D Dm F F# G |