Mando Diao - Misty mountains

In a h^Couse on an ^Amisland there's a t^Fale that must be t^Cold of our m^Cysterious, Misty M^Amountains Behind ^Fall the songs I wr^Gote lives and ^Fold man and his sh^Cadow They are wh^Gistling day and n^Amight for what^Cever, whatever it's w^Gorth for They are wh^Fistling for you and ^CI

On a r^Canch in the w^Amildness there's a s^Fong that must be s^Cung about a bl^Cindfolded ^Amangel who never l^Fearned the right from wr^Gong And though I d^Fon't know enough ^CEnglish to descr^Gibe it's troubled m^Amind But for ^Cone thing I am c^Gertain that it s^Fings for you and ^CI

And I tr^Dmied so hard to f^Amiguring out^G But I guess that I'm only h^Amuman I've been ^Dmwatching him, drawing him, ^Ganalysing him in ^Fevery way I could p^Gossibly think of

But th^Cat does not really h^Amelp me You got to s^Fit back and enj^Coy You know, ^COchrasy raised and betr^Amayed him Now he s^Fits there all al^Gone With his s^Foul and his l^Cegend and his ^Gepic melod^Amies They are w^Cith us when we're cr^Gying and they are w^Fith us when we bl^Ceed

Yes, they are w^Cith us when we're cr^Gying and they are w^Fith us when we bl^Ceed