Julie Fowlis - Into the open air

This l^Dove, it ^Ais a ^Gdistant^Em star ^EmGuiding us ^Ghome wher^Aever we ^Emare This ^Dlove, it ^Ais a ^Gburning ^Emsong ^EmShining ^Glight on the ^Athings that we've ^Emdone I ^Dtry to speak to you ^Geveryday But each ^Aword we spoke, the ^Gwind blew away

^GCould these ^Emwalls come ^Dcrumbling ^Adown? ^G I want to ^Emfeel my ^Dfeet on the ^Aground ^G And leave be^Emhind this ^Dprison we ^Ashare Step in^Gto ^Emthe ^Dop^Aen a^Dir How ^Ddid we ^Alet it ^Gcome to ^Emthis? ^EmWhat we just ^Gtasted we ^Asomehow still ^Emmiss How ^Dwill it ^Afeel when this ^Gday is ^Emdone And ^Emcan we ^Gkeep what we've ^Aonly be^Emgun? ^G And now these ^Emwalls come ^Dcrumbling ^Adown ^G And I can ^Emfeel my ^Dfeet on the ^Aground ^G Can we ^Emcarry this ^Dlove that we ^Ashare In^Gto ^Emthe ^Dop^Aen a^Dir? In^Gto ^Emthe ^Dop^Aen a^Dir In^Gto ^Emthe ^Dop^Aen a^Dir

This ^Dlove, it ^Ais a ^Gburning ^Emsong