The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I w^Dmake And the sun is coming t^Fhrough, Oh, you fill my lungs with ^Csweetness, ^FAnd you fill my head with ^Am7you.

Shall I write it in a l^Dmetter? Shall I try to get it d^Fown? Oh, you fill my head with ^Cpieces F Am7 (stop) Of a song I can't get out.

Can I be close to y^Dmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7} Can I be close to ^Dmyou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7}

Can I take it to a m^Dmoment Where the fields are painted g^Fold And the trees are filled with ^Cmemories ^FOf the feelings never ^Am7told?

When the evening pulls the ^Dmsun down, And the day is almost t^Fhrough, Oh, the whole world it is s^Cleeping, F Am7 (stop) But my world is you.

Can I be close to y^Dmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7} Can I be close to y^Dmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7}

^Dm*whistli^Fng* ^{C F Am7 Dm}*whistli^Fng* ^{C F Am7}

Can I be close to ^Dmyou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7} Can I be close to y^Dmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh. ^{F Am7}

Can I be close to y^Dmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Foh, ooh-oo-oo-^Cooh.