Karen O - Ooo

Don't tell me that they're all the ^Asame, 'Cause even the sound of his ^F#mname Carries me over their ^Bmreach, Back to some golden ^Dbeach Where only he rem^Aains.

You planted your eyes on my ^Afeet, You told me to dig my heels ^F#mdeep. The night wore the ^Bmrain, On her window^Dpane, Drifted us to ^Asleep.