Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Am  G  Dm  E  Bb  Dm  E  Bb 
 
Am                                                  G 
   The soldiers standing on the shore take up their golden shields 
Am                                           G 
   You watch them from your room high on the city walls 
Am                                                 G 
   In the distance on the shifting sea, a thousand coloured sails 
            Am 
Is this the moment you made? Is this the way that you planned? 
            G 
You know it won't be long now 
 
           Dm                               E                            Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you 
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you dare to look on as they burned for you? 
           Dm                     E                      Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue 
 
Am                                              G 
   You remember how it used to be when you were just a girl 
Am                                         G 
   Nothing really mattered then, you can remember so well 
Am                                                         G 
   How you used to hold your head so high, those days will never return 
 
           Dm                               E                            Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you 
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you? 
           Dm                     E                      Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue 
 
Am                                                G 
   Dust is drifting in the evening air across the field below 
           Am                                             G 
The silver mirror you hold will never tell; you turn your face away 
 
           Dm                               E                            Bb 
The finest treasures of kings, all of those precious things - they never tempted you 
          Dm                                E                       Bb              C  G 
So as you stood in the ruins, how could you ever have known as they burned for you? 
           Dm                     E                      Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue 
           Dm                     E                      Bb 
The broken pieces of clay and the palest eyes painted in Trojan blue

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