Poets of the Fall - Love will come to you

^Dm Hey, what's going on? Whatcha d^Amoin' here? Is there s^Amomething wr^Cong ton^Dmight? Do you remember who I ch^Amose to be? My be^Amst friend i^Cn this li^Dmfe Life doesn't run a clear co^Amurse It fl^Amows through fr^Com wit^Dmhin It's supposed to take you ^Amplaces and leave ma^Amrkings on ^Cyour sk^A#in

^A#And those marks are just a s^Cign of something tr^A#ue you witnessed in your ti^Cme Of something n^A#ew, like the start of something f^Cine Like morning d^A#eeeeew-----ee^Dmew love will co^Cme aga^A#in to y^Dmou Like morning ^A#deeeeeee---eee^Dmew ooooo o^Cooooo oooo ooo

^DmHey, can you tell me who you ^Amare? The colour o^Cf your daw^Dmn When the gates are open from last^Am night's revelry o^Cn the la^Dmwn And when the sounds of l^Amaughter still echo in^C your d^Dmreams The smoke screen disa^Amppears and nothing is ^Cwhat it s^A#eems

^A#And your tears have been worthw^Chile They got you t^A#hrough to a different place and ^Ctime where all is ne^A#w To the start of something f^Cine

Like morning d^A#eeeeew-----ee^Dmew love will co^Cme aga^A#in to y^Dmou Like morning ^A#deeeeeee---eee^Dmew ooooo o^Cooooo oooo ooo^Dm