Historia Calamitatum

Bm G Em Even though we know, yeah, We know Bm G Em Our time has almost come, We're all overdue Bm G Em Can there be a place to call our own? Bm G Em G Can there be a road that takes us home? G Em We don't belong (don't belong) G Em We go along (we go along) Em G A We don't belong To you now. Bm D G D A Bm When it rains it pours Like summer storms, the skies as grey as thieves D G D A The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets Bm D G D A Bm But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore The city piece by piece D G D And then the clouds gave way as if to agree A Bm When it rains it pours.