Fiona Apple - Pale september

^Ab6Pale Sept^Cdimember, ^Ab6I wore the time like a dress that^Cdim year ^Ab6The autumn days sw^Cdimung sof^Ab6t around me, like cotton on my^Cdim skin ^Ab6But as the embers o^Cdimf the sum^Ab6mer lost their breath and disappe^Cdimared ^Ab6My heart went cold and^Cdim only hol^Ab6low rhythms resounded from with^Cdimin ^Fdim7But then he ros^Fdim7/Dbe, brilliant as the moon in full ^Fdim7And sank in the burrows of my ^Fdim7/Dbkeep Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Gb ^Absus4And all m^Ebm7y armor falling down, in a pile at my feet Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Absus4 Gb And ^Absus4my winter ^Ebm7giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

^Ab6He goes along ^Cdimjust as ^Ab6a water lil^Cdimy ^Ab6Gentle on the ^Cdimsurface ^Ab6of his thoughts his body floa^Cdimts ^Ab6Unweighed^Cdim down b^Ab6y passion or intensi^Cdimty ^Ab6Yet unaware of the ^Cdimdepth u^Ab6pon which he coast^Cdims ^Fdim7And he find^Fdim7/Dbs a home in me ^Fdim7For what misfortune sows, he know^Fdim7/Dbs my touch will reap

^Absus4And all m^Ebm7y armor falling down, in a pile at my feet Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Absus4 Gb ^Absus4And my wi^Ebm7nter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

^GbAll my a^Absus4rmor falli^Ebm7ng down, ^Gbin a pi^Absus4le at my ^Ebm7feet Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Absus4 Gb ^Absus4And my wi^Ebm7nter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Gb Absus4 Al^Ebm7l my armor falling down, in a pile at my feet Gb Absus4 Ebm7 Absus4 Gb ^Absus4And my wi^Ebm7nter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep