Paul Baribeau - Nothing to say

^G#I reme^Amber the w^Bay you felt ^G#Your b^Aathing sui^Bt was still wet ^G#When y^Aou got col^Bd you put my sweatshirt on ^G#And I ^Anever got ^Bit back.

^G#The sky looked like a w^Eatercolor wash ^C#a hot-pink-orange sunset.

^F#And maybe I should have told you how I felt ^Ebut I never thought you would believe it. ^F#I figure it is too late now, and ^Eit's sad to think about.

^G#I reme^Amber the w^Bay you kissed ^G#It was^A warm like^B fresh thunder fuzz. ^G#We lay^Aed our sle^Beping bags side-by-side ^G#In wha^Atever town^B that was.

^G#The sky was soft in pal^Ee pastels ^C#Right before the sun came up.

^F#And I could call out your name ^Ebut the sound would never reach you ^F#Or I could call you on the phone ^Eand have nothing to say.

^G#I reme^Amber the w^Bay you laughed ^G#but I ^Atry not to^B think about that. ^G#I reme^Amber the n^Bight you called and said ^G#you yo^Au were tir^Bed of being sad well so was I.

^G#Most nights just look l^Eike smeared charcoal ^C#all in shades of grey and black.

^F#And I could call out your name ^Ebut the sound would never reach you ^F#Or I could call you on the phone ^Eand have nothing to say.