Local Natives - Sun hands

^DmI climbed to the top of a hill ^DmBut I had just missed the sun ^DmAnd although the descending arc was gone ^DmLeft behind were the traces that always follow along ^DmThe most beautiful colors chase the sun ^DmThey wrap her trail in a taunting gesture That seems to sing out l^Coud, ^C"this is what you're missing"

^BbAaa^Dmahhh ^BbI'll end^Dmure the night ^Bbaah^Dmhh ^{C C}For the promise of l^Dmight

^DmI want to lift my hands towards the sun ^DmShow me warmth ^DmBaby, won't you show me warmth again? ^DmAnd when I can feel with my sun hands ^DmI'll promise not to lose her again ^DmAnd even if the morning never comes My hands are blessed to have touched the ^Bbsun

^BbAaa^Dmahhh ^BbI'll end^Dmure the night ^Bbaah^Dmhh ^{C C}For the promise of light ^BbAaa^Dmahhh ^BbI'll end^Dmure the night ^Bbaah^Dmhh ^{C C}For the promise ^Dmof

^DmAnd when I can feel with my sun hands ^DmI promise not to lose her again 2x NC And when I can feel with my sun hands I promise not to lose her again 2x

^BbAaa^Dmhhh ^Bbaaa^Dmhhh^C 2x [chorus] ^BbAaa^Dmahhh ^BbI'll end^Dmure the night ^Bbaah^Dmhh ^{C C}For the promise of light ^BbAaa^Dmahhh ^BbI'll end^Dmure the night ^Bbaah^Dmhh ^{C C}For the promise of