Blind Pilot - White apple

^A7In ^Bmshadow ^A7In ^Bmdark ^A7In ^Dcold wind Open ^Gup your ^Bmheart

^A7Cause time ^Bmbrushes ^A7Your fa^Bmce And one ^A7loved ^Dthem E^Gvery new ^Bmshape

^A7One lov^Ded them For w^Ghat could Not get ^Aleft behind Or washed a^Dway ^{A7 Bm}

And som^A7e were ^Bmseasons ^A7Some just ^Bmdays I´m br^A7inging^D nothing with me I ^Gmean to ^Bmsave This ^A7faint s^Bmweetness This ^A7wick of ^Bmlight This ^A7white ^Dapple ^GFull of ^Bmbites

^A7White ^Dapple Full o^Gf what Has slipped ^Aaway from me Full o^Gf flesh Sweet as ^Amemory Full o^Gf hope Grown from a ^Afallen tree Full ^Gof a life I can´t just let^A my… Self be^Dlieve. ^{A7 Bm}

So if I ^Dhaunt you ^GIf I ^D do ^GIf my ^Bmshadow Leans ^Gup on ^Dyou too No ^Ggood in^Dtentions ^GOr ways ^DI talk I´ll jus^Gt leave a^Bm light lit For ^Gyou to ^Awalk I´ll leave a^Bm light left For ^Gyou to ^Awalk