Intro: Eb Eb Eb Eb Verse 1: Eb Ab Eb All your brambles, all your creeping vines Eb Ab Fm All of the trash that people leave behind Ab Bb Eb Ab All your fine, fine columns poking up through the pond scum Ab Bb Eb We will have uses for these things when we come
Verse 2: Eb Ab Eb Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry Eb Ab Fm These will be seen by all in all their glory Ab Bb Eb Ab Long hidden shadows of the places they came from Ab Bb Eb We will bring memories of these things when we come Bridge: F# Bb Eb Ab All your abandoned things Db Eb Once fine vestments, statues with wings F# Bb Eb Ab They have their uses, every one Ab Bb Let me slither across them in the sun Verse 3: Eb Ab Eb Pale imitations that you brought back from afar Eb Ab Fm We will show them to you as they are Ab Bb Eb Ab Wind through the ruins, high and lonesome Ab Bb Eb We will have uses for these things when we come Outro: Ab Bb Eb Ab Bb Eb