Before Telling Dragons

G
Before telling dragons where to lay
Em
Point out all the ruins where their chicks can play
C                     D
Common sense pray pay my way

G
Wrong in songing where there's no such way
Em
Ring the wronging in the silent day
C                     D
Common sense may pave my way in brambles sometimes

C                D
But the birds do give thirty warbles
        G                Em
And i'm picking up every mole
C            D                        G
I'm flicking tear drops back into the bay


[Intrumental]
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[Verse]
      G
For I tell myself that i have nothing to say
Em                                    C     D
Let me sing a line that leads in two ways

G                               Em
In the water, find the hook and feel much hotter
                        C
Where there's a jig you can't be bothered
                   D
But hold on to the things that matter

                       G
You wore the scales of the mad hatter
                           Em
Those clothes were made to fit your father
                    C
But surface now and breathe another
                     D
Breath and fill your chest with better weather