Lucy Wainwright Roche - Open season

Open ^Cseason on a ^Fbroken heart ^Am This is the ^Cyear they take the ^Fsummer apart ^Am There is a ^Cmagic to the ^Fcarnival arts ^Am And I can ^Chear the ^Fsound ^Am

Is it the ^Cwind through the ^Fwonder-wheel ^{C Am} Is it the ^Cscience of the ^Fway we feel ^Am Is it the ^Cquiet of that ^Fold appeal ^{C Am} Will you be ^Cmine a^Fgain? ^{F G F G C}

My love, my love, are you on a ^Gwinter beach tonight Waiting on a ^Amlast chance rocket ride ^Gover the ^Fboardwalk ^C Follow the noise, no one but ^Gme and the neighbourhood boys Will re^Ammember where we ^Fwere when ^Cthis went ^Fdown ^Am

The ocean ^Ccalls us like we’ve ^Fnever been ^Am One hundred ^Cgames that we will ^Fnever win ^Am Close your ^Ceyes and hear the ^Fteacups spin ^{C Am} As it be^Cgins to ^Fsnow ^{C Am}

And if we’re ^Ccareful that’s not ^Fall you’ll hear ^Am The mermaids ^Cwatch us steal a ^Fsouvenir ^Am And whisper ^Cmoral warnings ^Fin our ear ^{C Am} As we are ^Cheading ^Fhome ^{F G F G C}

My love, my love, are you on a ^Gwinter beach tonight Waiting on a ^Amlast chance rocket ride ^Gover the ^Fboardwalk ^C Follow the noise, no one but ^Gme and the neighbourhood boys Will re^Ammember where we ^Fwere when ^Cthis went ^Fdown ^Am

So take a ^Cdeeper breath let’s ^Fhear you sing ^Am And reach your ^Chand out for an ^Firon ring ^Am You’ll get a^Cnother chance, oh, ^Fthat’s the thing ^Am We will be ^Cback a^Fgain ^Am

The summer ^Ccomes around on ^Fany clock ^Am Awash with ^Cbathing suits and ^Fpolka dots ^Am We’ll ride the ^Csubways to their ^Ffinal stops ^Am To see the ^Csea a^Fgain