Eden To Find Love

	  		

A                    E  
Is part of the attraction  
E 
that you want to be destroyed? 
Bm 
I the spirit on the water, 
D 
you the formless void  
A 
When I heard your voice  
E 
at first I was annoyed  
Bm 
You woke me 


A 
From the beginning of time  
E 
you had so little grace 
Bm 
After a while not a  
D 
freckle on your face 
A 
I was looking for a rhyme  
E 
in time and space  
Bm 
and you broke me 


A 
You were walking  
E 
round naked with  
Bm 
your pants not on 
D 
At the gates of Eden  
E 
with no sins to pardon  
A 
It was Adam not Eve  
E 
who threw God out of the garden you  
Bm 
wrote me 

                   D         A        E 
Let not get too clever with this stuff 
              D       A     E 
What are you ready to give up 
  

        Bm D 
To find love 
         A E 
To find love 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A  
To find love 
  

A 
When you climbing from  the wreckage  
      E 
of a burned out star 
Bm                           D 
Any old neon looks like the Carlton Bar 
A 
Asked where was I going  
E 
I answered how far  
Bm 
you wanna go  
A              E 
American male interiornight, 
Bm                            D 
the cigarette smoker gonna find his light 
A 
If you repeat it often enough  
E 
wrong looks right  
Bm 
But deep down you know 

 
                  D       A          E 
The smooth will make excuses for the rough  
               D        A       E 
You know it shouldn be this tough 
  
{Chorus} 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A E 
To find love 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A  
To find love 
  

A          Bm   A    Bm 
Tell the oceans, tell the sun 
A           Bm      A    Bm 
Tell the weatherman, tell everyone 

A 
All the money junkies  
                     E 
are running out of veins 
Bm  
If you one of them yourself  
you got no one else to blame 
A 
You don need anymore  
          E 
then you have except the shame  
Bm 
of feeling torn  
A 
between the hungry and the greedy  
E 
the honeyed and the needy  
Bm                 D 
When you serve the poor, you free me 


A 
Slaves have grown accustomed  
         E 
to the weight of your chains   
          Bm 
And your heads shorn 
A 
your eyes will find the silence 
E 
inside the hurricane 
Bm  
you know you must do something  
D 
other than complain 
A 
We pray for mother earth,  
E 
these are not more labour pains 
Bm 
Maybe you being born 

             D    A         E 
Out of the ash, out of the dust 
             D        A        E 
The clever learn, who not to trust  
                  D       A       E 
The genius of belief, is that we must 
         D      A          E 
take a chance sometimes on us 
  
 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A E 
To find love 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A  
To find love 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A E 
To find love 
        Bm D 
To find love 
         A  Bm A Bm A  
To find love