G# F#G# F# G# F# G# And what you found was gold, as black as dried bloodF# G# F# E The taste was oh so sweet, well one loves to loveF# E The whole idea seems unfit to rule,F# G# But it's always that wayG# F# G# F# G# So supple sprouts take aim at a coincidental sunF# G# F# E And careful hands tie their knots, in yarn until the dawnF# E No island, deserted landF# G# A heartless empire fromF# G# What to want! F# G# [whistling/instrumental]EF# E Those who search, search by themselvesF# E Leaving nothing to gainF# E Cast like stones into the nightF# D We are one and the same
Heartless Empire
Broken Bells
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