Patrick Watson - The storm

^Gmfound himself out into th^Bme road the dust up to his nose ^Gmput that anchor down ^Bmto find a place where he could go 'cause he was loo^Dmking for the s^Amhelter from the storm you were l^Fmooking for a p^Cmlace that you^D could call your own... you...

^Gmkept on, now walk^Bming past the signs you used to see ^Gmkept on getting used ^Bmto dropping-anchor in the sea 'cause you´re looki^Dmng for a shelte^Amr of the storm looks ^Fmlike news that^Cm storm is ^Dcoming closer every day now...

^Gmuuu...^{Bm Gm Bm Dm Am Fm Cm D Gm}drove himself into a town, the roads were paved with gold ^Bm(all the roads were paved with gold) ^Gmeyes wide open, shutters closed (eyes wide open, shutters closed) ^Bmjust waiting for my time... no (quarter to twelve is time to go) ^Gmthe sorrow's hiding underground the rain is falling upside down ^Bm(and the clouds are turning red like flames) oh 'cause i'^Dmm looking for a s^Amhelter from the st^Fmorm... 'cause she's getting closer ev^Cmery daaaaaaayyyyyyeye^Dyeyehey!^{Gm Bm Gm Bm Dm Am Fm Cm D Gm}the storm is ge^Bmtting closer every day x3 ^Bmevery day