The Oh Hellos - Cold is the night

^Fmaj7cold is the ^Cnight with^Gout you ^Chere just your^Fmaj7 absence ^Cringing ^Gin my ^Cears ^Fmaj7hard is the ^Cheart that ^Gfeels no ^Am7fear ^Fmaj7without the ^Cbad, the ^Ggood ^Cdisappears ^Fmaj7long is the ^Croad that ^Gleads me ^Chome and ^Fmaj7longer ^Cstill when I ^Gwalk ^Calone ^Fmaj7bitter is the ^Cthought of ^Gall that ^Am7time spent ^Fmaj7searching for s^Comething ^GI'll never^C find

^Fmaj7take this ^Cburden ^Am7away from ^Gme and ^Fmaj7bury i^Ct ^Gbefore it buries^C me

^Fmaj7many are the ^Cdays I've ^Gwanted to ^Ccease ^Fmaj7lay myself ^Cdown and ^Gfind some ^Crelief ^Fmaj7heavy is the ^Chead that ^Ggets no ^Am7sleep we carry our ^Fmaj7lives ^Caround in ^Gour ^Cmemories

^Fmaj7take a^Cway this ^Am7apath^Gy and ^Fmaj7bury i^Ct b^Am7efore it buries^G me

^Fmaj7steady is the ^Chand that's ^Gcome to ^Cterms with the ^Fmaj7lessons ^Cit has ^Ghad to ^Clearn ^Fmaj7I've seen the ^Cthings that ^GI must ^Am7do but ^Fmaj7Lord, this^C road is^G meant for ^Ctwo so ^Fmaj7I am wa^Citing ^Ghere for ^Cyou

^Fmaj7take my ^Chand and ^Am7set me ^Gfree ^Fmaj7take my b^Curdens and ^Am7bury them ^Gdeep ^Fmaj7take my ^Cburden a^Am7way from ^Gme ^Fmaj7and bury i^Ct be^Gfore ^Fmaj7bury it^C bef^Gore ^Fmaj7bury it^C be^Gfore it buries ^Cme