Gord Bamford - Unreal

She's like a ^Gdrop of rain, from a clear blue ^Dsky When my throat is ^Cdry, she's like a ^Amtall glass full of love Or a ^Gpalomino, flying through the ^Dclouds with both her arms ^Caround my heart she can turn a ^Ambad day into dust

Shes Un^Greal, so out of this ^Dworld Un^Emreal, so down to ^Cearth So ^Ggood for ^Dme, so ^Emwide, so ^Ddeep her ^Clove, the way it makes me ^Amfeel She's Un^Greal

Like a ^Ghoneysuckle blooming in the ^Dsnow A warm kiss in the ^Ccold, and the ^Amshade of a purple moon When I ^Gtrip and fall, she always has my ^Dhand Right there when I ^Cland, when I'm down, she comes ^Amrunning to my rescue

Shes Un^Greal, so out of this ^Dworld Un^Emreal, so down to ^Cearth So ^Ggood for ^Dme, so ^Emwide, so ^Ddeep her ^Clove, the way it makes me ^Amfeel She's U^Gnreal ^D

She's like ^Cwaking up in a dream Walking round in my sleep a touch of heaven, totally surreal^Am

She's U^Gnreal ^D Un^Emreal ^C Shes So ^Ggood for ^Dme, so ^Emwide, so ^Ddeep her ^Clove, the way it makes me ^Amfeel She's Un^Greal ^{D C Am G}