Portugal. The Man - Salt

^DMy ^Bmlegs are all ^Aburied in ^Gsalt, the way ^{D D D}As my ^Bmlips move out ^Aall of my ^Gwords, the ^Bmway ^{D Bm}

^BmBut this can't be ^Aall we ^Ghave to wai^Dt ^{D Bm}But this can't be ^Aall we have to wai^Dt ^D

^BmPressing and ^Apulling this ^Gpains, the way ^{D D Bm}They listen and ^Alisten for ^Gall the way ^{D D}

^BmBut this can't be ^Aall we ^Ghave to wai^Dt ^{D Bm}But this can't be ^Aall we have to wai^Dt ^D

^BmDo you hear the wind child? ^ACalling out the salt plai^Emns ^BmListen to the wind child ^AIt's calling, calling out ^Emyour name ^BmI was born of sun beams ^AWarming up our lim^Embs ^BmBorn up from the earth, child ^AAhhhhh ahh ^{Bbm Bm}

^BmNo I'll neve^Ar come ^Gback down Never come ^Ddown from here. x10

^BmNo I'll neve^Dr come back down, down from her^Bme.

^BmNo I'll neve^Emr come ba^Bmck down, down from here.