Grace Potter and the Nocturnals - Colors

^DYou don't have to ask me ^Awhy ^DBecause I know you'd under^Astand ^DAll the treasures of my ^Alife ^DAre right here in my ^Ahand

^EmSuspended ^Gin a moment ^ANo more breath to catch ^EmIf you hold ^Gonto your end ^AMaybe we can make this last

^DThis is the ^Bmgreatest time of ^Aday When ^Dall the clocks are ^Bmspinning ba^F#mckwards And ^Dall the ropes that ^Bmbind begin to ^Afray And ^F#mall the black and white turns i^Anto col^Dors

^DI don't wa^Bmnna build a wall ^{A D}Or draw a line a^Bmcross the sand ^{A D}Because there's ^Bmroom for one and all ^{A D}And this land is^Bm our land ^A

^EmOh, I hope this ^Gcan go on and on^A and on ^EmBefore the skipp^Ging stone hits the surfa^Ace of the pond ^EmOh, I know that ^Glife is never ve^Ary long ^EmOne second, then^G one minute, and then it^A's gone

^DThis is the ^Bmgreatest time of ^Aday When ^Dall the clocks are ^Bmspinning ba^F#mckwards And ^Dall the ropes that ^Bmbind begin to ^Afray And ^F#mall the black and white turns i^Anto colors

^BmYou want to sink into the ^Ecolors on the wall ^GBut all the while you are th^Ae brightest of them all

^DThis is the ^Bmgreatest time of ^Aday When ^Dall the clocks are ^Bmspinning ba^F#mckwards And ^Dall the ropes that ^Bmbind begin to ^Afray And ^F#mall the black and white turns i^Anto col^Dors

^DThis is the grea^Bmtest time of day ^A When the^Dre's no you and there's ^Bmno others ^F#m And all ^Dthe rules grow wings and^Bm fly away ^A And all ^F#mthe black and white turns into colo^Ars ^D

^DColors ^AAaaaah ^DAh^A. ^D