F Must've been forces, that took me A# F on them wild courses F A# C Who knows how many poses, that I've been in F But them the main closest, hark! A# F it gives meaning Mine F C F I cannot really post this, ah feel the signs Chorus: Dm7 C F I worried about rain and I worried bout lightning Am Gm But I watched them off, to the light of the morning Dm C F Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands A# C Where the days have no numbers F If it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live Said, comes the old ponens, demit to strive A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find Chorus: I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path And I wander off, just to come back home Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands ('Cause the days have no numbers) It harms me, it harms me, it harms me like a lamb So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line To slow among roses or stay behind Chorus: I've been to that grove Where no matter the source is And I walked it off, how long I'd last Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon (When the days have no numbers) Well it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C Dm Dm7 F Gm |