Gord Bamford - Unreal

She's like a d^Grop of rain, from a clear blue s^D/Gky When my throat is ^C/Gdry, 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

She’s U^Gnreal, so out of this^D world Unr^Emeal, so down to e^Carth So g^Good for m^De, so w^Emide, so d^Deep her l^Cove, the way it makes me feel She's Unr^Gea^Dl ^{Em C}

Like a ^Ghoneysuckle blooming in the s^D/F#now A warm kiss in the ^Ccold, and the s^Amhade of a purple moon When I t^Grip and fall, she always has my h^Dand Right there when I ^Cland, when I'm down, she comes ^Amrunning to my rescue

She’s ^GUnreal, so out of thi^Ds world Unr^Emeal, so down to e^Carth So g^Good for m^De, so w^Emide, so d^Deep her l^Cove, the way it makes me feel She's Unre^Gal ^D

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

She's Unr^Geal ^D Unr^Emeal ^C So g^Good for m^De, so w^Emide, so d^Deep her l^Cove, the way it makes me feel She's Unr^Geal^D Unre^Cal ^Am