Matthew and the Atlas - Pale sun rose

^AmNorth c^Foast sw^Gells, ^AmI feel ^Fit when^G the cold comes in. ^AmRun red^F deer, ^Gthey'll need you when they hunt your skin. ^{Am F G Am}Evening^F came, ^Gto the corners of my mind again. ^{Am F G Am}Cold an^Fd clean^G, a ringing on an open plain. ^{Am F G}

^FBut it^G seems^Am so lon^Gg... my friend. ^FMy mem^Gory is^Am all bu^Ft gone, ^AmBack to m^Fy whispering mind.

^AmPale su^Fn rose,^{G Am}A shimm^Fer on t^Ghe dusty morn. ^AmWheel w^Fill tur^Gn, ^AmSpinnin^Fg in my^G past will burn

^FBut it^G seems^Am so lon^Gg... my friend. ^FMy mem^Gory is^Am all bu^Ft gone. ^AmBack to my^F whispering mind.

^CI wait,^Em with all^Am threats^F, while the earth it slowly spins. ^CI recal^Eml some ot^Amher plac^Fe, son, of the time just for the north wind ^CBut it'^Ems been th^Amis way f^For a thousand years (for the north), but I'm starting to forget... ^CI'm sta^Emrting to ^Amforget. ^F