Grateful Dead - Attics of my life

^Esus4In the ^Eat^Btics ^Eof ^B7my ^Elife, ^Afull of ^Ecloud^By ^Adreams un^Ereal. ^Esus4Full of ^Etastes ^B7no ^Etongue ^B7can ^Eknow, ^Aand ^Elights ^Bno ^Aeye can ^Esee. E G# A E F#m E/A E When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. ^EI ^B7have ^Espent ^B7my ^Elife ^Aseeking ^Eall ^Bthat's ^Astill ^Eunsung. ^Esus4Bent my ^Eear ^B7to ^Ehear ^B7the ^Etune, ^Aand ^Eclosed ^Bmy ^Aeyes to ^Esee. E G# A E F#m E/A F#m F# B When there were no strings to play, you played to me. ^BIn the book ^Aof love's own ^Ddrea^Am, ^Ewhere ^Esus4all the print^E7 is ^Asus4blood. ^A Asus4 A Asus4 A Aus4 A D B B7 E Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old. ^AWhen I had no^Asus4 wings ^Ato ^Dfly^A, ^Eyo^Esus4u flew to ^Dme,^B you ^B7flew to ^Ame.^{E Esus4 E}In the ^B7secret ^Espace ^B7of ^Edreams, ^Awhere I ^Edrea^Bming ^Alay a^Emazed. ^Esus4When the ^Ese^B7crets ^Eall ^B7are ^Etold, ^Aand the ^Epet^Bals ^Aall ^Eunfold. E G#m A E F#m E/A E A E When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.