Postal Service - Be still my heart

I was ^Frunning late for ^Gwork So I ^Amdidn't change my ^Cshirt The evening's dr^Finks left a lingering ^Ctaste in my ^Gmouth And when I ^Fleft you were fast ^Gasleep ^AmTangled in the ^Csheets, and on the ^Fbus I could've ^Csworn it was all a ^Gdream ^GThat didn't happen to me

And ^Fthen I felt the ^Gscrapes From the ^Amslippery subway ^Cgrate. Oh how you ^Flaughed At my compl^Cete lack of ^Ggrace. But ^FI could not re^Gcall A ^Ammore perfect ^Cfall Cause when I looked u^Fp into your ey^Ces it didn't hurt at a^Gll.

And I ^Fthought, be still my he^Cart This ^Amcould be a brand new ^Fstart, with^G you. An^Amd it will be cl^Cear if I wa^Amke up and you're still ^Fhere with ^Gme in the morning.

And I ^Fthought, be still my he^Cart This ^Amcould be a brand new ^Fstart, with^G you. An^Amd it will be cl^Cear if I wa^Amke up and you're still ^Fhere with ^Gme

And I ^Fthought, be still my he^Cart This ^Amcould be a brand new ^Fstart, with^G you. An^Amd it will be cl^Cear if I wa^Amke up and you're still ^Fhere with ^Gme in the morning.