Saint Simon

[Verse 1]
      Cm        G              Bb
After all these implements and textes designed by
F
intellects
   Eb               F              Bb
So vexed to find evidently there's so much that hides
    Cm         G               Bb              F
And though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines
      Eb           F               Bb
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

[Chorus]
Ab                          F
I'll try hard not to pretend
Ab                            F
  Allow myself no mock defence
G                     Cm
As I slep to the night

[Verse 2]
      G                Bb               F
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out
    Eb                  F
The nursery rhymes that helped us out
          Bb
In making sense of our livees
    Cm      G                 Bb       F
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
  Eb
O value them,
    F                 Bb
but I won't cry every time one's wisped out

[Chorus]
Ab
I'll try hard not to give up
F Ab
    Battenend down to fare the wind
F G Ab                          F
      Rid my head of this pretense
Ab                          F G
  Allow myself no mock defence
Step into the night

[Bridge]
Cm G Eb F G Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab   Bb   Eb           Bb
     Mercy's eyes are blue
Fm            Ab  Bb      Eb          Bb
  When she places them in front of you
Fm             Ab  Bb    Eb       Bb
  Nothing holds  a Roman candle to
Fm           Ab         Bb     Ab  Eb
  The solemn warmth you feel inside
Ab Eb Ab Eb              Db
           There's no measuring
           Bb        G
Of nothing else is love

[Solo]
| Cm G | Bb F | Eb F | Bb - |
| Cm G | Bb F | Eb F | Bb - |

[Chorus]
Ab
  I'll try hard not to give up
F Ab
    Battenend down to fare the wind
F G Ab                          F
      Rid my head of this pretense
Ab                          F G
  Allow myself no mock defence
Step into the night
Cm G Eb F G Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab   Bb   Eb           Bb
     Mercy's eyes are blue
Fm            Ab  Bb      Eb          Bb
  When she places them in front of you
Fm             Ab  Bb    Eb       Bb
  Nothing holds  a Roman candle to
Fm          Ab       Bb       Eb           Bb
  The solemn  warmth you feel inside of you
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb Fm Ab Bb Eb Bb
Fm Ab Bb