David Gray - Skellig

Were that the ^Fmaj7song I'm s^Cinging Was an ^Fmaj7ocean w^Cide Let the ^Fmaj7word I'm br^Ameathing Reach us o^Gver to the o^Dther side You chart a b^Fmaj7urning ve^Cssel Out on a ^Fmaj7pitch black w^Cave Chewing the ^Fmaj7bone and gr^Amistle When it's the fl^Gesh of l^Dove you crave

When a ^Fmaj7lie starts da^Cncing Oh boy, it ^Fmaj7sure can r^Cun Hal^Fmaj7fway around the ^Amworld Before the tr^Guth can get its tr^Dousers on And in a n^Fmaj7ightclub mi^Crror We caught the ^Fmaj7merest gl^Cimpse Of my pre-^Fmaj7human sp^Amirit Frozen like a d^Geer in the he^Dadlamps Till it ^Fmaj7just don't m^Catter Till we're^Fmaj7 far from c^Care When i^Fmaj7llusion sh^Amatters You see the ca^Grnage ev^Derywhere ^Fmaj7Every-w^Chere ^Fmaj7Every-w^Chere

To where they ^Fmaj7taste like m^Cetal Through the ^Fmaj7fog of ^Cwar Too many ^Fmaj7hurts like n^Amettles Growing ^Gup around^D my door Then they^Fmaj7 cut that st^Cairway Yeah, with my ^Fmaj7own bare h^Cands To that ^Fmaj7high rock pl^Amateau Make my h^Gome inside^D the winds ^Fmaj7Inside the w^Cinds ^Fmaj7Inside the w^Cinds Up to that ^Fmaj7high rocking pl^Cateau Make my h^Gome inside the winds