Cassandra

  B
I used to see the future and now I see nothin'
      B
They cut out my eyes and sent me home packin'
E                                  Em
 To pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration
  B
Cryin' like Cassandra, I
F#
Used to tell the future, but they cut out my tongue
     E                         Em
And left me doin' laundry to thinkin' what I've done
           B    C#m    G#m
It wasn't me
    F#      E
It was the song

           B5
I used to move into the future, bring it all back
         B5
Let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands
        B5
Now I creep out when there's no one about
                  B5
'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out
      Bm                   A
With gardеns of the grove
                                 E/G#   G
And I run in the middlе of the road       (Ooh)

F#7                 Bm
 Well, can you see me?
              D
I cannot see you
               G
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
          D               F#7
In this blindness I'm condemned to
                    Bm
Well, can you hear me?
               D
I cannot hear you
               G
Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to
             D              F#7     Bm
And there's no one left to sing to

         Bm
All the gods have been domesticated
     Bm
And Heaven is now overrated
              Bm
And the churches, they all closed their doors
               Bm
Well, you can take your complaints straight to the Lord
                                Bm
I try to still look where they wander on the work
                   A
As the roses bloom
                            E/G#             G
And the riot plants, they're plainly in view

F#7                 Bm
 Well, can you see me?
              D
I cannot see you
               G
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
          D               F#7
In this blindness I'm condemned to
                    Bm
Well, can you hear me?
               D
I cannot hear you
               G
Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to
             D              F#7
And there's no one left to sing to

Bm
Ooh
A
Ooh
E/G#   G     F#7
Ooh,   oh
Bm
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Take me back)
A
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh, drunken gods of slaughter)
E/G#           G
Ooh, ooh, ooh   (You know, i've always been your Favourite daughter)

F#7                 Bm
 Well, can you see me?
              D
I cannot see you
               G
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
              Bm
And if I run fast enough
          D
Could I break apart
            G                                   D      F#7
As empires tumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart?

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