Chords for Lizz Wright - Every Grain Of Sand - 9/13/2017 - Paste Studios, New York, NY
Tempo:
47.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] In the time of my confession, [D] in the hour of [G] my deepest need,
in the pool of tears beneath my [D] feet, floods every newborn seed.
[G]
There's a dying voice within me, preaching all somewhere,
toiling in the danger [D] and the morals of despair.
Don't let the inclination [G] to look back [D] on any mistake.
Like Cain, I now behold the [G] chain of events that [D] I must break.
[G] In the fury [C] of the moment, [G] I see the [C] masters ahead.
[G] In every leaf [C] that trembles, in every [G] grain of sand.
For the flowers [C] of indulgence [G] and the weeds of [C] yesteryear,
[G] like criminals, [C] they have choked the [D] breath of comfort and the cheer.
[G] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light the way.
[D] To ease the [G] pain of idleness [D] and the memory of decay,
I gaze into the doorway [G] of temptation's [D] angry frame.
And every time I pass that way, [G] I always hear my name.
Onward in [C] my journey, I [G] have come to understand
[D] that every hair [G] is numbered, [C] like every grain of sand.
[G] [C]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] I have gone from rags to riches in the fury of [Cm] the night.
[G] In the violence of a summer's [D] dream, in the chill of a wintry light.
[G] In the bitter [C] dance of loneliness, [G] fading into space.
In the broken [C] mirror of innocence, [D] on each forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, [G] like the motions [D]
of the sea.
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, [G] but at times there's only me.
I'm hanging in the balance, the reality of a man.
Like every sparrow falling, [D] like every [G] grain of [C] sand.
[G] [C] [G] [C] [D] [C] [G]
in the pool of tears beneath my [D] feet, floods every newborn seed.
[G]
There's a dying voice within me, preaching all somewhere,
toiling in the danger [D] and the morals of despair.
Don't let the inclination [G] to look back [D] on any mistake.
Like Cain, I now behold the [G] chain of events that [D] I must break.
[G] In the fury [C] of the moment, [G] I see the [C] masters ahead.
[G] In every leaf [C] that trembles, in every [G] grain of sand.
For the flowers [C] of indulgence [G] and the weeds of [C] yesteryear,
[G] like criminals, [C] they have choked the [D] breath of comfort and the cheer.
[G] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light the way.
[D] To ease the [G] pain of idleness [D] and the memory of decay,
I gaze into the doorway [G] of temptation's [D] angry frame.
And every time I pass that way, [G] I always hear my name.
Onward in [C] my journey, I [G] have come to understand
[D] that every hair [G] is numbered, [C] like every grain of sand.
[G] [C]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] I have gone from rags to riches in the fury of [Cm] the night.
[G] In the violence of a summer's [D] dream, in the chill of a wintry light.
[G] In the bitter [C] dance of loneliness, [G] fading into space.
In the broken [C] mirror of innocence, [D] on each forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, [G] like the motions [D]
of the sea.
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, [G] but at times there's only me.
I'm hanging in the balance, the reality of a man.
Like every sparrow falling, [D] like every [G] grain of [C] sand.
[G] [C] [G] [C] [D] [C] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
Cm
G
C
D
Cm
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ In the time of my confession, [D] in the hour of [G] my deepest need,
in the pool of tears beneath my [D] feet, floods every newborn seed.
[G]
There's a dying voice within me, preaching all somewhere,
toiling in the danger [D] and the morals of despair.
Don't let the inclination [G] to look back [D] on any mistake.
Like Cain, I now behold the [G] chain of events that [D] I must break.
[G] In the fury [C] of the moment, [G] I see the [C] masters ahead.
[G] In every leaf [C] that trembles, in every [G] grain of sand.
For the flowers [C] of indulgence [G] and the weeds of [C] yesteryear,
[G] like criminals, [C] they have choked the [D] breath of comfort and the cheer.
[G] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light the way.
[D] To ease the [G] pain of idleness [D] and the memory of decay,
I gaze into the doorway [G] of temptation's [D] angry frame.
And every time I pass that way, [G] I always hear my name.
_ Onward in [C] my journey, I [G] have come to understand
[D] that every hair [G] is numbered, [C] like every grain of sand.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ I have gone from rags to riches in the fury of [Cm] the night.
[G] In the violence of a summer's [D] dream, in the chill of a wintry light.
[G] In the bitter [C] dance of loneliness, [G] fading into space.
In the broken [C] mirror of innocence, [D] on each forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, [G] like the motions [D]
of the sea.
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, [G] but at times there's only me.
I'm hanging in the balance, the reality of a man.
Like every sparrow falling, [D] like every [G] grain of [C] sand.
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
in the pool of tears beneath my [D] feet, floods every newborn seed.
[G]
There's a dying voice within me, preaching all somewhere,
toiling in the danger [D] and the morals of despair.
Don't let the inclination [G] to look back [D] on any mistake.
Like Cain, I now behold the [G] chain of events that [D] I must break.
[G] In the fury [C] of the moment, [G] I see the [C] masters ahead.
[G] In every leaf [C] that trembles, in every [G] grain of sand.
For the flowers [C] of indulgence [G] and the weeds of [C] yesteryear,
[G] like criminals, [C] they have choked the [D] breath of comfort and the cheer.
[G] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light the way.
[D] To ease the [G] pain of idleness [D] and the memory of decay,
I gaze into the doorway [G] of temptation's [D] angry frame.
And every time I pass that way, [G] I always hear my name.
_ Onward in [C] my journey, I [G] have come to understand
[D] that every hair [G] is numbered, [C] like every grain of sand.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ I have gone from rags to riches in the fury of [Cm] the night.
[G] In the violence of a summer's [D] dream, in the chill of a wintry light.
[G] In the bitter [C] dance of loneliness, [G] fading into space.
In the broken [C] mirror of innocence, [D] on each forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, [G] like the motions [D]
of the sea.
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, [G] but at times there's only me.
I'm hanging in the balance, the reality of a man.
Like every sparrow falling, [D] like every [G] grain of [C] sand.
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _