Ezra Bell - Rope swing

^F#m A lot of salt down in the ^Asweet spot ^F#m Another line drawn under^Aneath ^F#mOne too many trips to the ^Adowntown mirage Is like a ^F#mvisit from a faceful of ^Ateeth

^F#m And I set out in the ^Aevening ^F#m Just following my ^Afeet But they ^F#mblister and they break right be^Afore the mighty mountain range That ^F#mstood up like the guardians of ^AEden

^F#m And I sat down in the ^Acourtyard ^F#m I brought the poison for my ^Apain ^F#m In this dusty inch of ^Aprogress I'll wait until The ^F#mfeeble and foolhardy've come of ^Aage. Yes, yes, yes.

^F#mOoh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh Ohhh, ^F#mooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh

^F#m And I dream you in the ^Anighttime ^F#m All those visits to your ^Abed ^F#m By the lukewarm disap^Apointment, yeah ^F#m Too young to be a^Avenged

^F#m Come and push me on the ^Aropeswing, darlin', darlin' ^F#m Like back when we were ^Afriends ^F#m When there was nothing under^Aneath me And ^F#mI had the whole sky over^Ahead. Yes, yes, yes

Ahh ^F#mooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ^F#mooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh Ohwhoa, ^F#mooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh, ooh ooh ooh. Ah, ^F#mooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ^Aooh