The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I w^Am7ake ^{Gadd11 C} And the sun is coming th^Gro^Cadd9ugh, ^G Oh, you fill my lungs with ^Am7sweetness^Gadd11, ^C And you fill my head with y^Gou^Cadd9. ^G Shall I write it in a l^Am7etter? ^{Gadd11 C} Shall I try to get it d^Gow^Cadd9n? ^G Oh, you fill my head with pie^Am7ces ^{Gadd11 C} Of a song I can't get o^Gut^Cadd9. ^G

Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh^Cadd9. ^G Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh^Cadd9. ^G

Can I take it to a morning ^{Am7 Gadd11 C} Where the fields are painted g^Gol^Cadd9d ^G And the trees are filled with mem^Am7ories ^{Gadd11 C} Of the feelings never to^Gld^Cadd9? ^G When the evening pulls the sun d^Am7own, ^{Gadd11 C} And the day is almost thr^Gou^Cadd9gh, ^G Oh, the whole world it is sle^Am7eping, ^{Gadd11 C} But my world is y^Gou^Cadd9. ^G

Can I be close to yo^Am7u? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh^Cadd9. ^G Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh^Cadd9. ^G

Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oooo^Gh.^{Cadd9 G} Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh^Cadd9. ^G

Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-o^Gadd11o-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh.