The Oh Hellos - Cold is the night

^Cmaj7cold is the ^Gnight with^Dout you ^Ghere just your^Cmaj7 absence ^Gringing ^Din my ^Gears ^Cmaj7hard is the ^Gheart that ^Dfeels no ^Em7fear ^Cmaj7without the ^Gbad, the ^Dgood ^Gdisappears ^Cmaj7long is the ^Groad that ^Dleads me ^Ghome and ^Cmaj7longer ^Gstill when I ^Dwalk ^Galone ^Cmaj7bitter is the ^Gthought of ^Dall that ^Em7time spent ^Cmaj7searching for s^Gomething ^DI'll never^G find

^Cmaj7take this ^Gburden ^Em7away from ^Dme and ^Cmaj7bury i^Gt ^Dbefore it buries^G me

^Cmaj7many are the ^Gdays I've ^Dwanted to ^Gcease ^Cmaj7lay myself ^Gdown and ^Dfind some ^Grelief ^Cmaj7heavy is the ^Ghead that ^Dgets no ^Em7sleep we carry our ^Cmaj7lives ^Garound in ^Dour ^Gmemories

^Cmaj7take a^Gway this ^Em7apath^Dy and ^Cmaj7bury i^Gt b^Em7efore it buries^D me

^Cmaj7steady is the ^Ghand that's ^Dcome to ^Gterms with the ^Cmaj7lessons ^Git has ^Dhad to ^Glearn ^Cmaj7I've seen the ^Gthings that ^DI must ^Em7do but ^Cmaj7Lord, this^G road is^D meant for ^Gtwo so ^Cmaj7I am wa^Giting ^Dhere for ^Gyou

^Cmaj7take my ^Ghand and ^Em7set me ^Dfree ^Cmaj7take my b^Gurdens and ^Em7bury them ^Ddeep ^Cmaj7take my ^Gburden a^Em7way from ^Dme ^Cmaj7and bury i^Gt be^Dfore ^Cmaj7bury it^G bef^Dore ^Cmaj7bury it^G be^Dfore it buries ^Gme