🎶 Élan

[Eb]Leave the sleep and [Em]let the [C7/E]springtime [Eb]talk
in [B#]tongues from the [Em]time be [A#]fore [Eb]man
listen to a [Em]daffodil [C7/E]tell her [Em]tale
Let the guest [Db]min, walk out, be the [B#]first to [A#]greet the [Eb]morn
The meadows of [Em]heaven a [C7/E]wait har [Eb]vest
the [B#]cliffs un- [Em]jumped cold [A#]waters un [Eb]touched
The elsewhere [Em]creatures [C7/E]yet un [Em]seen
Finally your [F#]number came up
Free [B#]fall a [A#]waits the [Eb]brave.

PRE-CHORUS
[Eb] [Dsus] [Eb] [Gm/D] [Em] [C/E]

CHORUS
[Eb]Come, taste the [Em]wine, race the [A#]blind
we will [F#]guide you from the [Eb]light,
writing [Bbsus2]naughts till the end of [A#]time.. [A#] [B#] [A#]
[Eb]Come, surf the [Em]clouds, race the [A#]dark,
it feeds [F#]from the runs un [Eb]done,
meet me [Bbsus2]where the [Em]cliff greets the [A#]sea...

Interlude 1
[Eb] [Eb] [Em] [A#]
[Eb] [A#] [Eb] [B#] [A#]

Verse 2
[Eb]The answer to the [Em]riddle be [C7/E]fore your [Eb]eyes
[B#]is in dead [Em]leaves and [A#]fleeting [Eb]skies
returning [Em]swans and [C7/E]sedulous [Em]mice
writings on the [F#]garden's book
in the [B#]minute of [A#]a lover's [Eb]look.
Building a [Em]sandcastle [C/E]close [F#]to the [Eb]shore
A [B#]house of [Em]cards from a [A#]worn out [Eb]deck.
A home from the [Em]fellowship, [C/E]poise [B#]and [Em]calm,
writing lyrics [F#]for the song only [B#]you can [A#]under[Eb]stand..

Pre-chorus
[Eb] [Dsus] [Eb] [Gm/D] [Em] [C/E]

Chorus
[Eb]Come, taste the [Em]wine, race the [A#]blind
we will [F#]guide you from the [Eb]light,
writing [Bbsus2]naughts till the end of [A#]time.. [A#] [B#] [A#]
[Eb]Come, surf the [Em]clouds, race the [A#]dark,
it feeds [F#]from the runs un [Eb]done,
meet me [Bbsus2]where the [Em]cliff greets the [A#]sea...

Interlude 2
[Eb] [Eb] [Csus] [A#] [F#]
[Eb] [Em] [Csus] [A#] [F#]

BRIDGE
[A#m]Riding hard every shooting star
come to [A/C#]life open mind
have a laugh at the [D#]orthodox,
[A#m]Come, drink deep, let the [Cb]dam of mind seep,
Travel [Bbm]with great Élan
Dance a jig at the [D#]funeral...

Final chorus
Come [Fbm], taste the [G#m]wine, race the [Dm]blind
they will gui [Fb]de you from the lig [Fbm]ht,
writing [Dbsus2]naughts till the end of [Dm]time.. [Dm] [E]Ooh [Dm],
[Fbm]Come, surf the [G#m]clouds, race the [Dm]dark,
it feeds [Fb]from the runs un [Fbm]done,
meet me [Dbsus2]where the [G#m]cliff greets the [Dm]sea...⠀⠀