Sun Kil Moon - Lost verses

^EI came out from under her w^Aarm sheets ^EInto the brisk late O^Actober ^EIf only for one l^Aast hope ^EI wanted my time with you to be o^Aver

^EI’m staring up into the s^Aky ^EWhile all the rain is pouring d^Aown ^EI’m reaching out for y^Aour help ^EBut evil beings hold me b^Aackwards

^F#All shapes and shadows move i^An and out And ^Ehover around my h^Aead ^F#Voices arrive and d^Aisappear I want to ^Etalk to t^Ahem

^F#Darkness disintegrates, I’m ^Arising I’m ^Erising toward a l^Aight A l^G#ight leading over hills and ^Bmeadows ^{F# A E A}

^EI’ve risen up from the ^Adead ^EWith the burning leaves of ^Aautumn ^EIf only for one l^Aast chance ^EThat all of whom have been def^Aeated

^ETo put on my father’s wool ^Acoat ^ETo smell my mother’s fragrances and ^Aperfumes ^ETo find my young brothers and s^Aisters ^ETo never leave or let them ^Ago

^F#Houses adorned so b^Aeautifully The ^EMarin headlands ^Asong Lost v^F#erses well up my eyes a^And ears The ^Elone mandolin s^Atrums

^F#On Tamalpais warm ^Aspring The ^Emany places ^Awe L^G#ay down in sleepy hidden ^Bshadows ^{F# A E A}

I see you ^Ewell and clear Deep in the ^F#moonlight, dear Your radiant ^Eaugust eyes, they are the suns that ^Arise They are the ^Elight that guides, and these lost ^Averse^Es ^{A B A E A}

^EI came up from under the ^Aocean ^EEvaporated sea salt ^Awater A ^Emist above the ^Askyline ^EI haunt the streets of San Franc^Aisco

^EWatch over loved ones and old f^Ariends ^EI see them through their living room ^Awindows ^EShaken by fear and w^Aorries ^EI want them to know how I love them ^Aso

^F#Foghorns would sound in ^Awaking Is it ^Emy voice you ^Ahear? ^F#Footsteps are moving a^Across the floor And you ^Eknow I’m ^Ahere

^F#The afternoon carries up ^Afrom the hills And you are ^Ewell and n^Aear To ^G#fall into the light I ^Bfollow ^{F# A E A}

^EI feel you oh so near when morning ^F#doves appear And ^Eghosts of April ring, echo the re^Afrain Soon ^Efinding a place In these lost^A verses ^B

They fill the f^Eoggy day, they hide the ^Bhills away That steal ^Aour time They are the ^Epicturesque night, the casting ^Acity lights On the bay, ^Eflowing into the ocean gl^Aowing ^{B E A B A E A}