Flying Colors - The storm

^E There was a time when my ^G#mlife was easy ^AStretched out in the ^Dsun ^F#mEverything was ^F#m7clover, the ^AWorld was off my ^Bshoulders for awhile ^E Then the sky turned a ^G#mbomb fire shade and ^AHit me like a ^Dgun… it ^F#mPassed with flying ^C#mcolors ^AThere's no flying ^Bo—^Bver, the

^AStorm…^E we will dance a^C#ms it breaks…^B the ^AStorm…^E it will give as^C#m it takes… ^Band ^A4All… ^A of our ^C#mpain is washed a-way… d^Bon’t ^ACry or be a-^G#mfraid… some things only ca^C#mn be made, i^Bn the storm^{A A}

^E Sometimes we get ^G#mswept away we’re ^AForced to take the ^Dchange… the ^F#mDesert gives you ^F#m7comfort ^AYou can't stay here ^Ball your wounded life ^E Underneath is the ^G#mtempest rage your ^ASecrets come un-^Ddone… when ^F#mMountains need ^F#m7movin’ ^ALet me help you ^Bthrough^B it… the

^AStorm…^E we will dance a^C#ms it breaks…^B the ^AStorm…^E comes as fast as^C#m it fades… ^Band ^A4All… ^A of our ^C#mpain is washed a-^Bway… don’t ^ACry or be a-^G#mfraid… some things only ca^C#mn be made… i^Bn the

^CAll your secrets ^Dcome undone ^CEvery web you’ve ^Dever spun ^CAll your secrets ^Dcome undone ^C Let 'em go…^D let it

[The] s^Atorm… we will^E dance a^C#ms it breaks^B… the ^AStorm^E… gives you^C#m more than i^Bt takes… and ^A4All…^A of our ^C#mpain is washed a-^Bway… stare ^AChaos in the f^Eace, we need only to^C#m em-brace…^B don’t

^ACry or be a-^G#mfraid… some things only ca^C#mn be made… ^Bin the [Outro] A E