D 
I have lightning  
       G 
if the stars dry out  
   D 
to guide me 
 
       D 
I have soft clay 
   G             D 
to knit my bones astride 
 
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what a miracle they say 
            G 
dark clouds gather 
 
F#      
velvet holes 
       G 
gaping wide oh... 
         D 
and they pour it down 
         G 
and they sing to me 
   D 
of wonders 
G 
unseen 
     F#        
like clouds that rise 
         G 
from the sea... 
              D 
Ohhh, and I'm sorry 
       G 
I'm so sorry 
       D 
that I missed the point 
        G 
of this pageantry 
        D 
but I'm grateful 
     G        D 
that you love me