Roxette - Listen to your heart

^BmI know th^Gere's something in the w^Aake of your s^Bmmile. I get ^Ga notion from the l^Aook in your ^Bmeyes, yea. You've built ^Ga love but that l^Aove falls ap^Bmart. Your little piece of heaven^G turns too dark^Em.

Listen to your h^Bmeart^G when he's c^Dalling for y^Aou. Listen to your h^Bmeart^G there's nothing e^Dlse you can d^Ao. I don't kn^Dow where you're g^Aoing and ^GI don't know ^Dwhy, but listen to your h^Bmeart^G before^A you tell him goodbye^Bm.

^BmSometimes you w^Gonder if this f^Aight is wort^Bmhwhile. The precious ^Gmoments are all l^Aost in the ti^Bmde, yea. They're swept ^Gaway and not^Ahing is what is ^Bmseems, the feeling of belon^Gging to your ^Emdreams.

Listen to your h^Bmeart^G when he's c^Dalling for y^Aou. Listen to your h^Bmeart^G there's nothing e^Dlse you can d^Ao. I don't kn^Dow where you're g^Aoing and ^GI don't know ^Dwhy, but listen to your h^Bmeart^G before^A you tell him goodbye^Bm.

^E And there are voices that want to be heard. ^C#m So much to mention but you can't find the words. ^B The scent of magic, the be^Aauty that's been ^B when love was wilder^C# than the wind.

Listen to your h^D#meart^B when he's c^F#alling for y^C#ou Listen to your h^D#meart,^B there's nothing ^F#else you can ^C#do I don't kn^F#ow where you're g^C#oing and ^BI don't know w^F#hy, but listen to your h^D#meart^B bef^C#ore you tell him goodb^D#mye. ^B