Matthew Perryman Jones - Until the last falling star

If t^Ghere was a chance That ^Cwe could be lo^Dvers I'd w^Grite you a book Of han^Cdwritten let^Dters And b^Amurn them all up to the e^Dnd J^Amust to start over ag^Dain

If th^Gere was a chance That ^Cwe could be lo^Dvers I'd l^Gearn how to dance And to h^Cold without tou^Dching Oh, l^Amove Where have you b^Deen? I'll ^Amwait for your lead to come ^Din

So t^Gell ^Cme the ^Amsecr^Det ^GIs there a ^Cway into y^Amour he^Dart? 'Cause I w^Gant ^Cto beli^Ameve ^Dit Or ^Amwill I be wis^Dhing U^Amntil the l^Dast falling s^Gtar?

If th^Gere was a chance That ^Cwe could be lo^Dvers I'd s^Gwim seven oceans And k^Ceep going fu^Drther I'd h^Amold my breath until you sl^Dipped Those w^Amords that belong on your l^Dips

So t^Gell ^Cme the ^Amsecr^Det ^GIs there a w^Cay into y^Amour he^Dart? 'Cause I w^Gant t^Co beli^Ameve ^Dit Or w^Amill I be wi^Dshing U^Amntil the l^Dast falling s^Gtar?

^C Say a l^Dine Could be any^Cthing Just stay with me to^Dnight

T^Gell ^Cme the^Am sec^Dret ^GIs there a w^Cay into y^Amour he^Dart? 'Cause I w^Gant ^Cto beli^Ameve ^Dit Or w^Amill I be wis^Dhing? I^G'll keep on wis^Ching U^Amntil the l^Dast falling s^Gtar