Microphones - I felt your shape

I thought I f^Emelt your shape but I was wr^Gong Really a^Amll I felt was falsely st^Drong I held on ti^Emght and closed my e^Gyes It was d^Amumb I had no sense of your s^Dize

It was d^Emumb to hold so ti^Dght Ooooh^Chhhh but last ni^Gght

On the bi^Emrthday in the kit^Gchen My grip was l^Amoose my eyes were o^Dpen I felt your s^Emhape and heard you br^Geathing I felt the r^Amise and fall of your c^Dhest

I felt your f^Emall Your winter s^Dnows Your gusty b^Clow Your lava f^Glow I felt it ^Emall Your starry n^Dight Your lack of l^Cight G (D) Em D With limp arms I can feel most of you

I hung ar^Cound your neck i^Dndependently And my l^Emoss was ov^Gerwhelmed By this new d^Amepth I dont think I ever fe^Dlt

But I dont k^Emnow The nights are c^Dold And I remember wa^Crmth I could have sw^Dorn I wasnt al^Emone