Am                              G
When all the worlds are lost in snow
I have to move this meaning through                        
Disperse the force so far engendered

F            C                G
All near the steam and summer view
    Am         C
And then... remain.

Am                               G
Where steeples crash in fire and thunder
Where sheets of steel obscure the land
Where word and sense are torn asunder

F            C                G
Here was the place I chose to stand
F           C               G
Just when I think I'm going under
Am   C
I... remain.

Am                             G
Well all the waves of spin are foaming
And fake muezzin steam and brew
Formed in the fire of all their longings

F           C             G
This is the way I took it through
F           C               G
Just when I think I'm going under
F           C                G 
This is the way I thought it through
F           C             G...
This is the way I took it under