Jenny Owen Youngs - Over the bow

^AFive years from ^Dnow I c^Aan't say that ^EI'll be ^F#maround cause ^Ayou are so ^Dsweet but ^Aother things ^Ecall to ^Ame

They sing ^Ao-o-^Eo-oh ^F#mForget where you ^Dcome from and ^Alose yourself ^Bmover the ^Ebow and ^Aworms that ^Ecrawl ^F#maround in your ^Dskull ^Awon't get the ^Ebest of you ^Anow ^Doh no They ^Awon't get the ^Ebest of you ^Anow

^AYou dream so ^Dlong of a ^Agirl who would ^Eswallow your ^F#mtongue So ^Adeep, dark, and ^Dtrue ^ASilent she ^Ewaits for ^Ayou

She sings ^Ao-o-^Eo-oh ^F#mForget where you ^Dcome from and ^Alose yourself ^Bmover the ^Ebow and ^Aworms that ^Ecrawl ^F#maround in your ^Dskull ^Awon't get the ^Ebest of you ^Anow ^Doh no They ^Awon't get the ^Ebest of you ^Anow

Hand over ^Dhand my friend You're holding up ^Aeverything On shoulders like ^Esplintered pine Narrow and ^Bmfine ^E Oh so ^Bnarrow and ^Bmfine ^E

Water like ^Dporcelain To mirror your ^Asee through skin Bones that the ^Ewaves licked clean It's nothing you've ^Bmseen ^E oh it's ^Bnothing you've ^Bmseen^E

Hand over ^Dhand my son You're holding up ^Aeveryone Can't be the ^Ething you're for There has to be ^Amore