From the 2007 album ?High? (Am C)x8 Verse 1: G Em Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines, F Em The long grass it blows in ripples, G Em There?s a beautiful spiral of roads, F That lead the lost up here. G Em I was watching the birds taking off, F Em To swoop down over the city, G Em They find and take just what they need, F And turn, turn, turn. Chorus: Am C The movers move, the shakers shake, Am C The winners write their history, Am C But from high on the high hills Am C It all looks like nothing. Am C The movers move, the shakers shake, Am C The winners write their history, Am C But from high on the high hills Am C It all looks like nothing. Verse 2: G Em That afternoon on the hustler gate, F Em With all the TVs flickering, G Em While behind the sky was moving, F Liquid crimson gold. G Em Brothers, sisters, pay no heed F Em To the unfaithful messengers, G Em For theirs is a prison world, F Of lies, lies, lies. Chorus Bridge: D The keening wind, F It blows though me, it blows through me. D My time it must, F Be almost done, be almost done. (Am C)x4 Outro: Am C All these things you fear so much Am C Depend on angles of vision. Am C Down in the maze of walls, Am C You can?t see what?s coming, Am C But from high on the high hills Am C It all looks like nothing, Am C From high on the high hills Am C (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am It all looks like nothing, nothing.