Faint-Heart And The Sermon Bm With my face drained of colour A E and my brain of blood E D like Billy Budd D A Bm I'm lashed to the grating; [same as 1st] with senses growing duller and with quaking heart I make a start at temperature equating Dm F Em and my lungs suck useless air. [same as 1st] Like paraplegic dancers in formation team my understanding seems hiidebound in its movements, [same as 1st] contemplating answers that could break my bonds- to be half wrong would be, in me, improvement... Dm F Em but my comprehensive faculties are impaired. Am C And it seems absurd, but now all I've heard [learnt] F Em fades in empty words and is worthless Am C as the Human Laugh rocks the cenotaph F Em but the joke is half-true, and mirthless. Em Trying to trace a reason D A from the spinning words G but all I've heard D Em seem at odds with their meanings, Am C G Am [short instrumental] Em phonetically pleasing D A but delivered in [with] such haste G that in their place Em my mind commences screaming. Am C On the verge of belief I crash onto the reef F Em and a cynical thief steals my senses, Am C so I cling to the pew with dimensions askew, F F# and recognition refuses present tenses. Bm D All the lives of the saints demonstrate that my faint G Bm F# is a minor complaint, but the end is Em nowhere in sight, Em C G A# Am D# Bm A# why can't I find me a way to go_ o? A# F I don't want to die in the nave, G# D# but I know it may be with me some day A# F so I've got to find a way I can save up G# D# my energies, and find a cause to pray F# C# F C to something for something A# A#(2-4)(=A#sus4) A# F A# F A# Cm A#... [smooth] to which I can give my creed... ( (D# F)x3 (C# D#)x3 )x2 (C# D#)x3 D# A# I'd gladly succumb to the wave, C# G# if I thought the water taught a way to light; D# A# I'd gladly succumb-I'm not brave, D# F C# D#C# G# A# and it's easy to believe what the preacher says A# Cm D# F D#A# Cm except for the conflict raging between my head A# and my brain. G# I don't want to die, but just the same- A# some day... Bm Waiting for that moment A E that I know will come D when I'll have to run A Bm and find another sermon... Bm Everyman and Norman A E and the talking priest- D still [well], I am at least B Bm holding all the doors open. Dm F Em Inside me all outside is shared. Am C As the cracked bells peal it all seems unreal F Em but the seventh seal stays unbroken Am C and the Offertory plate tenders no escape- F F# still I refuse to scrape up a token Bm of esteem for these false D alleyways of the course; G D F# I must try to divorce sense from sensing. Em Tell me again, Em C G A# Am D C# tell me the way to go. C# Fm So when I talk to myself D#m A# although I take good care to listen B F# my heart grows ever more faint- A# A#(2-1) A# A#(2-1) ... there's something missing? Chord transcription by Jose Javier Glaria