Portugal. The Man - Oh lord

^AmShepherds they came, ^Amstripped of their names And ^Amwe were all the daughters that ^Amfell from her to ground Because she ^Dmneeded us, she ^Dmneeded love But ^Dmwe're all gone to ^Dmstrip that ground

^AmShivered pores were caves, ^Amteeth were all decayed ^AmJutting, jagged, rising up like ^Amwelts on backs in strain Because she ^Dmneeded us, she ^Dmneeded love But ^Dmwe're all gone to ^Dmstrip that ground

^E7Nobody sleeps with the feels in the rain

^Am I said^Am, "Oh Lord!" ^Am I said... ^Am

We ^Amclimbed up those banks from our ^Dmplace in the shade ^CBuilt us a fire but never ^B7knew what we made It's ^Amnot your mind, self, not your ^Dmthoughts, not your soul It's ^Cnot your mind, self, not your ^B7thoughts, not your soul ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe

^AmShepherds they came, ^Amstripped of their names And ^Amwe were all the daughters that ^Amfell from her to ground Because she ^Dmneeded us, she ^Dmneeded love But ^Dmwe're all gone to ^Dmstrip that ground

Were you ^Amsafe down in my hands? The ^Chigher we climb These ^Dmshapes, shapes show And this ^Fplace is more holy when ^E7nobody knows

Were you ^Amsafe down in my hands? The ^Chigher we climb These ^Dmshapes, shapes show And this ^Fplace is more holy when ^E7nobody knows

Were you ^Amsafe down in my hands? The ^Chigher we climb These ^Dmshapes, shapes show And this ^Fplace is more holy when ^E7nobody knows

We ^Amclimbed up those banks from our ^Dmplace in the shade ^CBuilt us a fire but never ^B7knew what we made It's ^Amnot your mind, self, not your ^Dmthoughts, not your soul It's ^Cnot your mind, self, not your ^B7thoughts, not your soul ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe are that fire ^DmWe

^Am Show me what you (still free (?)) ^Dm And I tell you, it's not your mind, yourself, so ^Am Not your soul