| Em | Em7 | Am7 | |
| If blood will | flow when flesh and | steel are one |
| B7 Baug Em |
| Drying in the colour of the evening sun |
| Em7 | Am7 | |
| Tomorrow's | rain will wash the | stains away |
| B7 | Em | |
| But | something in our minds will always s | tay |
| Em7 | |
| Per | haps this final act was meant |
| Am7 | |
| To | clinch a lifetime's argument |
| B7 Baug |
| That nothing comes from violence |
| Em | |
| and | nothing ever could |
| Em7 | Am7 | |
| For | all those born beneath an angry | star |
| B7 B4+7 Baug Em |
| Lest we forget how fragile we are |
| Am/Cbass Baug |
| On and on the rain will fall |
| Em | |
| Like | tears from a star |
| Like tears from a star |
| Am/Cbass B4+7 Baug |
| On and on the rain will say |
| Em | |
| How | fragile we are |
| How fragile we are |
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