The Love Language - Providence

^G In the red July When ^Dwe bit the ^Emdust on P^Crovidence All ^Gtangled in our ^Dnot-so-common sense ^G I heard you say ^D You'd never sleep a^Emgain 'Til the b^Ced was made You^G lied, you lied, you^D lied, you lied ^G

Dancing a^Emround with all the g^Ghosts in empty h^Comes You sang and you s^Emounded like you k^Gnew it was your ^Cown Rang out a s^Emhot in the d^Amark, some things are b^Dest to let fall a^Gpart And you k^Cnew, oh, how you k^Dnew

^G In the red July ^D we bit the d^Emust on P^Crovidence Oh, t^Gangle me up, tangle me ^Dup ^G And on the last hurrah ^D We'd better make it ^Emhurt 'Cause our t^Cime is spent We l^Gied, we lied, we l^Died, we lied ^G

Dancing a^Emround with all the g^Ghosts in empty h^Comes You sang and you s^Emounded like you k^Gnew it was your ^Cown Rang out a s^Emhot in the d^Amark, some things are b^Dest to let fall a^Gpart And you k^Cnew, oh, how you k^Dneeeee-eeeeee-eeeeee-e^Geew