Annalise Emerick - Twinkling lights

^BThere was a place in Maine, not that long ago ^AbmWhere we would hide away,

^ETucked beneath the pines, and u^Bnder summer skies, a bu^Gbnch of twenty somethings running barefoot every night. And s^Bome of us were new,

And a ^Abmfew of us found love, all of us had fears. But ev^Eery single night,

and ^Gbsing away the night. [Chorus] And oh, when the fire bu^Brns ^Eout and the e^Bmbers all die,^Gb we still ^Abmhave all our st^Eories, like st^Bars in the s^Gbky. And we will al^Abmways re^Emember how we l^Bit up the n^Gbight. Oh, s^Abmummers by the l^Eake, like a m^Billion t^Gbwinkling li^Bgh^Ets^B..^Gb.

And the ^Bdays were only measured by the sun's rise and fall, and we ^Espent our nights out searching for the m^Abmeaning of it all. ^EFalling deep in love,

^Gbmsomehow it just felt right.

And oh, when the fire bu^Brns ^Eout and the e^Bmbers all die,^Gb we still ^Abmhave all our st^Eories, like st^Bars in the s^Gbky. And we will al^Abmways re^Emember how we l^Bit up the n^Gbight. Oh, s^Abmummers by the l^Eake, like a m^Billion t^Gbwinkling li^Bgh^Ets^B..^Gb. Twinkling l^Big^Eht^Bs.^Gb..

Well ^BI never saw it c^Gboming, but now I'll always k^Bnow, that summer is more than fr^Abmeedom,

We m^Eay not have it now, but ^Bwe had it then. We will n^Gbever be the same,

Because w^Bhen we've all grown old, living far away. ^AbmOn our darkest days,

Cuz there's so^Emething about a fire, and a c^Bouple rounds of beer. And we'll t^Gbell em all our dreams,

And oh, when the fire bu^Brns ^Eout and the e^Bmbers all die,^Gb we still ^Abmhave all our st^Eories, like st^Bars in the s^Gbky. And we will al^Abmways re^Emember how we l^Bit up the n^Gbight. Oh, s^Abmummers by the l^Eake, like a m^Billion t^Gbwinkling li^Bgh^Ets^B..^Gb. Twinkling l^Big^Eht^Bs.^Gb.. Twinkling l^Big^Eht^Bs.^Gb.. Twinkling l^Big^Eht^Bs.^Gb.. Twinkling l^Abmight^Es.^B