Tuning: standard 
capo 3rd

[Intro]
 

[Verse 1] 
            
Idle as it see

              
med, trudging 

            
through the mi

st
            
Following the 

              
creeks, erasin

              
g dim lines on

             
 the list
            
Eager to arriv

              
e, leaving foo

              
tprints in the

  
 clay
            
Reading rocks 

              
and vines, tel

              
ling indigo fr

   
om grey
             
Telling indigo

       
 from grey

[Verse 2]
            
Scattered rays

              
 of light, on 

              
dust grains in

    
 the air
            
All berries in

              
 the tree, ear

          
n a steady fla

re
            
Among the mirr

              
ors of the sce

       
ne,
              
Some appear fr

              
ail and incomp


lete

[Chorus 1]
              
In a vast fiel

     
d of bales she

 runs

From the deepe

st valley past

 the sun

[Verse 3]
            
Opening up the

              
 vault to find

              
 spinning tops

      
 in play
            
Embedded neste

              
d yarn diverti

            
ng from the ga

tes
              
But once the f

            
aint elusive m

              
oans evaporate

         
 in the mornin

g light

[Chrous 2]
              
All deserted y

     
earnings come 

to life

Surface from t

he dark to rea

lize

How in a vast 

field she runs

From the deepe

st valley past

 the sun

[Brdge]
            
All this time,

          
 witness to th

 
e changing tid

es
            
All the while,

            
 finding ways 

          
how to make se

nse of all the

 lights
             
To shape the w

            
inds, to shape

            
 the currents 

             
and the rigid 

 
hives we're li

ving in
            
All this time,

          
 witness to th

          
e changing tid

es

[Instrumental]
        (repeat 4x)
 

[Outro]
            
Idle as a wave

              
 moving out at

 
 sea
            
Cruising witho

              
ut sound, mold

              
ing what's to 


be

Serene between

 the trails
              
Serene with th

  
e time and ink

 of a ghost