Thoughtforms

A Em9 A Em9 A Em9 A Em9 A Em9 Come on little man now all's said and done A Em9 All that I'm asking is you show me some fun A Em9 I need purple veins and scenic greens A Em9 They can make me soar and touch extremes E D E I just fell down from whitest skies D E And now I start to realise D E D And all the colours talk to me A Em9 And if I had wings then I could take you in A Em9 I'd stay on the ground and I could teach you things E D E The grass is strewn with blades of gold D E These sights and songs I have been told D E D All hopes desires that seem to sing F#m C G7 F#m C G7 F#m C G F Em E A Em9 Come on little man now you're times nearly through A Em9 Colours are dripping down red and blue A Em9 I'm standing in the middle of a great glass ball A Em9 I'm told that I've nothing but I'm having it all E D E I just rose up from blackest seas D E My eyes were opened so widely D E D And its a shame to end this way F#m C G7 F#m C G7 F#m C G F Em E A