These were worked out from Cotton Wool and Knotted Wood so they may be different from
the April version but I don t know. The lyrics were taken from their website...
Pitching Far Too High (Cotton Wool and Knotted Wood)
All that I love now
Iâm pitching far too high
I cannot behold.
Gilted angelâs robe
The guilted pierced soul
I cannot behold.
And the heavens roll
And the trumpets blow
And the sun outside burns
This uncertain soul
And all my learning stops
Whilst trying to join these dots
That pin-prick the night
The sun streams its life through the glass
Scriptures and sermons elapse (suddenly)
Iâm with you.
Iâm old enough now to decide (all that I know now)
To leap out and loosen these ties (pitching far too high)
Oh something is grounding me
And itâs something I likeâ¦
And the heavens roll
And the trumpets blow
And the sun outside burns
This uncertain soul
And the heavens roll
And the trumpets blow
And the sun outside burns
Fx3
This uncertain soul