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 G Em C D G Em C D G Em C D G Em C D G Em C D G Em C D 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 G Em C D G