Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas hands

^EbmTake me^Gb to th^Be docks, there's a ship without a name that ^EbmIt is s^Gbailing^B to the middle of the sea ^EbmThe wat^Gber the^Bre is deeper than anything you've ever seen ^EbmJump ri^Gbght in^B and swim until you freeze

^AbmI wil^Bl r^Gbemem^Dbber your face ^Abm'Caus^Be I^Gb am ^Dbstill in love with that place ^AbmBut w^Bhen^Gb the^Db stars are the only things we share ^AbmWill ^Byou^Gb be ^Dbthere?

^EbmMoney c^Gbame li^Bke rain to your hands while you were waiting ^EbmFor tha^Gbt cold^B long promise to appear ^EbmPeople ^Gbin the^B churches started singing above their hands ^EbmThey sa^Gby "My ^BGod is a good God and he cares"

^AbmI wil^Bl r^Gbemem^Dbber your face ^Abm'Caus^Be I^Gb am ^Dbstill in love with that place ^AbmWhen ^Bthe^Gb sta^Dbrs are the only things we share ^AbmWill ^Byou^Gb be ^Dbthere?

^AbmI've ^Bgot^Gb a p^Dblan ^AbmI've ^Bgot^Gb an ^Dbatlas in my hands ^AbmI'm g^Bonn^Gba tu^Dbrn when I listen to the lessons that I've learned

^AbmI've ^Bgot^Gb a p^Dblan ^AbmI've ^Bgot^Gb an ^Dbatlas in my hands ^AbmI'm g^Bonn^Gba tu^Dbrn when I listen to the lessons that I've learned