Bright Eyes - Approximate sunlight

U^Cmsed to dream of time machines Now ^Git's been said we're post-everything A^Cms a child - Imagining Ne^Gckties and coastlines I've s^Cmeen the show Man what a sig^Ght Drenched us in^G approximated sunlight The^G# crowd was small and mostly blind But k^Gind You're too kind

N^Cmow you are how you were W^Ghen you were real N^Cmow you are how you were Wh^Gen you were real Th^Cmere you go again On that circular trip Li^Gck the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman I'^G#m out of breath I better sit Bee^Gn living hard, living

A^Cmll I do is follow you Ju^Gst follow you just f^G#ollow you ^Garound

I^Cm wouldn't waste another thought On wh^Gat is fair and what is not T^Che Quinceera dress she bought Was un^Gstitched with bullets A^Cmll the guests in the garden screamed Wo^Gmen and tires squealing Such o^G#pulence Such misery Unwin^Gding, unwinding ^{G# G}

A^Cmll I do is follow you Just f^Gollow you - Just ^G#follow you a^Ground

A^Cmll I do is follow you Just f^Gollow you - Just ^G#follow you a^Ground

N^D#ow you are h^A#ow you were ^G#When you were re^Gal ^Cm