Phinehas - The wishing well

^EmA thunderstorm a distant shore I’ve w^B7itnessed this before ^CPatience was ^B7fleeting If a ^Emthousand coins on the ocean floor would ^B7bring back love to me ^CI’ll wait for^B7ever

^AmFill the ^Gsea with ^D/F#dreams of a ^Em7wishing well ^Am Waves bring ^Gback my ^D/F#coins to me ^AmDrain the ^Gdeep that ^D/F#teems with my e^Em7mpty shells ^Am Slaves of ^Gsand still ^D/F#call for me

^EmI once had ^B7love to give ^CI once had ^B7hoped to live ^EmThe rarest stones will break my bones And ^B7golden salt stops my lungs The ^Cperfect limbs and haunting eyes ^B7Begs the seas: begin to rise

^AmFill the ^Gsea with ^D/F#dreams of a ^Em7wishing well ^Am Waves bring ^Gback my ^D/F#coins to me ^AmDrain the ^Gdeep that ^D/F#teems with my e^Em7mpty shells ^Am Slaves of ^Gsand still ^D/F#call for me

^CWhat grace is this that ^Gsaves ^AmWhat grace is this that ^Emsaves ^D/F#me ^CWhat grace is this that ^Gsaves ^AmWhat grace is this that ^Emsaves ^D/F#me ^CWhat grace is this that ^Gsaves ^AmWhat grace is this that ^Emsaves ^D/F#me ^CWhat grace is this that ^Gsaves ^AmWhat grace is this that ^Emsaves ^D/F#me