F#5
            The fishing boats go out across the evening water
            D5
            Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
            B5
            The winds whip up the waves so loud
                A5                 G5
            The ghost moon sails among the clouds
                F#5              E5           F#5
            And turns the rifles into silver on the border


            F#5
            On my wall the colours of the maps are running
            D5
            From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
            B5
            The torches flair up in the night
                A5                  G5
            The hand that sets the farms alight
                F#5                E5                    F#5
            Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border


            A5
            In the vllage where I grew up
            E5
            Nothing seems the same
                          D5                                A5
            But still you never see the change from day to day
                       D5                        C#5   C#5 B5 A5 G#5 F#5 E5 F#5
            And no one notices the customs slip away


            F#5
            Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
            D5
            I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
            B5
            I thought I saw down in the street
                A5             G5
            The spirit of the century
            F#5             E5                  F#5
            Telling us that we're all standing on the border


            A5
            In the islands where I grew up
            E5
            Nothing seems the same
                          D5                             A5
            It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
                          D5                                   C#5
            But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well


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