Sara Bareilles - Shiny

She has her ba^Dck to me at the kitchen sink I^Bm'm trying to read her mind, wondering What she do^Gesn't say to ^Aanybody The lau^Dndry's folded, beds are made It's l^Bmike this every single day It's mem^Gorized, but a th^Ain disguise

^EmI see what she c^Aan't see Her light on^Dly ever lan^Bmded on me But there's a gli^Emmmer in her brown eyes The on^Aes she gave to me So I kn^Cow we can both^A be shiny

She c^Dalls on Sundays, checking in We ta^Bmlk about the weather again It ne^Gver changes, she wonders^A where the rain is On^Dce in a while I catch a glimpse Of the true^Bmst things that she keeps hidden Her sec^Gret heart, that's my fav^Aorite part

I s^Emee what she can't^A see Her light on^Dly ever land^Bming on me But there's a gli^Emmmer in her brown eyes The o^Anes she gave to me So I kn^Cow we can bo^Ath be sh^Eminy^A, sh^Diny^G All that gli^Emtters isn't gold, but go^Ald is all I see So I kn^Cow we can b^Aoth be sh^Diny