#-------------------------------LE*SE NTE-------------------------------------# # This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song. You may only use this file private study, scholarship, or research. # #-------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Wake For Young Souls Out of the Vein Third Eye Blind Tabbed by James Sawyer ... any questions justil me james_d_Sawyer@hotmail Yet again,Third Eye Blind show's us Stephan Jenkins can write songs.. Very repeative....its almost reggae guitar As shown below verses use the same chord changes... same as choruses..... A very fun song to play.... Intro: D today Ind my soul A i felt it die inside of me EM so I turn to you G life is like that, you know D A Em G Verse 1: D A i have your face in a photo in high school Em when you were alive G but that's all I have D A and I can't remember I was myself then EM and itsn't help G still I look to you as a friend to tell me Chorus: D we are now, we are A we are now, we are Em G wheres time Go now on a wake young souls you tell me D we are now, we are A it's we are now, we are Em G wheres time Go now on a wake young souls G like a lullaby we sing D A Em G Verse 2: well the wind that blows it's blowingder and the child that grows she's growing older and the friends we know they'll turn a shoulder the friends we know they're growingder so Chorus 2: we are now, we are we are now, we are wheres time Go now on a wake young souls you tell me, we are now, we are it's we are now, we are whoa whoa now on a wake young souls Bridge: Em Bb A where's my soul? Em Bb where's my soul? A G where's my soul? Em Bb where's my soul? A G where's my soul? verse 3: cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman in the blood of the woman brings birth of a child child grow up keepgetting something birth of a childes someplace wild you even grey days beat the shade to wean unbodied unsouled unheard unseen let the gift be grown in the time to call our own let the truth be sewn before the window's closing truth is natural like a wind that blows