Kingdom Of Rust

 Em
I hear a sound, a sound above my head
D                                          Am            Cm
Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor
Em
Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers
D
I'll pack my bags
                         Am
Thinking of one of those hours
     Cm               Em
With you, waiting for you

chours

    D                        Am
My God, it takes an ocean of trust
                  Em
In the Kingdom of Rust