Cinder

Tom: Dm

Dm		D7      Dm7          G
Slow-falling whispers on priced up ears
C   C9            A  A9    A
Slow-burning cinders, three long years between
when we lit them in so much haste
High hazard seasons, houses laid to waste

Dm    G    C     A7
Did you forget it all?
Do you listen when I call?
These fire trails lead north
and slowly back in time

Time has its reasons for letting go
Comes as it pleases.  This new growth beneath
where the branches are cracked and bowed
covers the feelings these old scars still show

Did you forget it all?
Do you listen when I call?
These fire trails lead north
and slowly back in time

Dm7   Ebm6     Em   Ebm6    Em7
If only I could have escaped
Am7  G  C
without turning back to take
things that I could have replaced

Dm7   Ebm6   Em   Ebm6  Em   Am  G  F
You just can’t return to these days