Lying In The Hands Of God Hmi, A, G

^BmBaby I'll be ^Ayour ^Gsoldier ^Hmi, ^A, ^G ^BmGladly I'll do ^Ayour ^Gbidding ^Hmi, ^A, ^G For ^Bmjust a taste of ^Awhat you're ^Gholding ^Hmi, ^A, ^G For ^Bmjust a taste ^Ayou ^Gcould own me ^Hmi, ^A, ^G me

^EmSave ^Gyour ser^Dmons for ^Asomeone thats afraid to ^Emlove I'll ^Gbe right here ^Dlying in the hands of ^F#God

Hmi, A, G Hmi, A, G Here it comes dive right into me Now the floor is the ceiling If you never flew why would you? Cut the wings off a butterfly fly ®

^EmSave ^Gyour ser^Dmons for ^Asomeone thats afraid to ^Emlove If you ^Gknew what I ^Dfeel ^Athen you couldnt be so ^Emsure I'll ^Gbe right here ^Dlying in the hands of ^F#God

Br:

^DIf you ^Gfeel angels in your ^Bmhair ^DTear^Gdrops of joy run down your ^Bmface You ^Dwill ^Grise ^D

solo: Hmi, A, G (Hmi, A, G) Fill me up now drain me Skin begins to grow back slowly Faster until i'm choking I really should call my mother ®

^EmSave ^Gyour ser^Dmons for ^Asomeone thats afraid to ^Emlove If you ^Gknew what I ^Dfeel ^Athen you couldnt be so ^Emsure I'll ^Gbe right here ^Dlying in the hands of ^F#God

Br/®:

^DI am ^Gin love with nothing ^Bmelse ^DTear^Gdrops of joy run off my ^Bmface I ^Dwill ^Grise ^D for ^Asomeone thats afraid to ^Emlove If you ^Gknew what I ^Dfeel ^Athen you couldnt be so ^Emsure I'll ^Gbe right here ^Dlying in the hands of ^F#God

(Hmi, A, G) Now the floor is the ceiling If you never flew why would you If you never flew why would you …

Dave Matthews Band - Lying In The Hands Of God