Language Of Birds

Sting

  • Am
  • Bb
  • C
  • D
  • D5
    5
  • Dm
  • F
  • G
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Tom:
Intro:
Dm G Dm G Dm G D5
D5 They say there's an underground river, That none of us can see, And it flows through winding tunnels,
F G D5 On its way to a tide-less sea.
D5 And across that sea is an island, A paradise we are told, Where the toils of life are forgotten,
F G D5 And they call it the Island of Souls.
Bb C D For only a soul can go there,
Bb C D A soul that's been set free,
Bb C D From the confines of a working life,
F G D To find eternity.
D5 Your old man had a cage for his pigeons, But that's really where he kept his soul, And when he watched them fly he would see himself, Least that's how it was told.
Bb C D But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
Bb C Am While the birds they soared to the sky,
F G D But he couldn't find his own way out,
F G D Least not 'til the day he died.
D5 Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given, His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun, This solitary madness is where he is driven,
F G D Am It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son.
F G D5 It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
D5 I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words, He'd be easier speaking the language of birds, For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,
F G D Am It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son.
F G D5 It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
D5 Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given, His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun, This solitary madness is where he is driven,
F G D Am It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son.
F G D5 It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
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Composição: Gordon Sumner e Mathes Robert

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