Ben Howard - These waters

I^C sa^Gw red and yell^Cow flowers o^Gutside over the moors And ^Embrightest sunrise^D ever to've touched my ^Geyes. And^C through it all, I ^Emstood and stumbled, ^Dwaded through my thoughts and ^Cheart Yeah through it ^Gall, I ^Emfooled and fumbled, ^Dlost to the poet's ^Cfrown. ^Em I fought the wolves of ^Dpatience ^Gjust to let it^C lie down.

^GSee these^D waters they'll pu^Cll you up, ^GOh if you're^D bolder than th^Ce darkness. My^G my, let these songs be an^D instrument to^C cut, Oh ^Gspaces 'tween the^D happiness and the ^Chardness.^{D C}Out the door, ^{G Em}The touch of morning, the ^Dburning of the frost ^COut the door ^EmStrong hands to hold; good ^Dfriends that I never lost.

^CAnd what we found Down ^Emthese coves of ^Dlimestone and cockle shells, ^CWhat we found Down ^Emthese roads that ^Dwander as lost as the he^Cart, Is a ^Emchance to breathe again, a ^Dchance for a fresh start ^C My, ^Emmy, a chance to breathe again, a^D chance for a fresh start ^C Oh ^Emmy, a chance to breathe again, a ^Dchance for a fresh start. ^C

Oh, ^Gno, see these^D waters they'll pul^Cl you up, Oh, ^Gno, if you're^D bolder than th^Ce darkness. My ^Gmy let these songs be an^D instrument t^Co cut here darling, Oh, ^Gspaces between the^D happiness and the ^Chardness, Oh my my, ^Gspaces between the^D happiness and the ^Chardness Oh my my, ^Gspaces between the^D happiness and the ^Chardness Oh my my, ^Gspaces between the^D happiness and the ^Chardness^D