Syd Matters - I might float

^Ab(x3) ^{Eb Bb} [Verse] ^CmThere is something in the weather coming ^GIt's the sp^Bbring time floating on, u^Ebpon the city I won't b^Ablow it but (won't b^Eblow ^Bbit but) ^CmI will leave this town by the weekend ^B5if you ^BbBuy me a ticket out to s^Ebave my money for The d^Abark days (..oney for the d^Ebark) ^{Bb Cm}I will travel through the seas un^B5til the su^Bbmmer voices of The f^Ebire noises of The b^Aburning witches call me h^Ebome ^Bb And ^CmI will find the strength to give up a^B5ll the thi^Bbngs I'm made up of The th^Ebings I'm made up of The l^Abeaves are tied up on my a^Ebrms ^Bb

And ^CmI miss that comfort in being trusted by the ^Gmking and the princess ^GmThe king and the princess ^GmThe king and the princess ^GmThe king and the princess ^GmThe lights and the flashes ^GmClock and the masses ^GmStars and the watches ^GmDying species

I might f^Cmloat for a second through the s^Gmhadows of my reason For my o^Cmwn, my own children on the r^Gmainbow above the ocean (x4)