The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I ^Am7wake ^CAnd the sun is coming ^Gthrough, Oh, you fill my lungs with ^Am7sweetness, ^CAnd you fill my head with ^Gyou. Shall I write it in a ^Am7letter? ^CShall I try to get it ^Gdown? Oh, you fill my head with ^Am7pieces ^COf a song I can't get ^Gout.

Can I be

N.C.

close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh.

Can I take you to a ^Am7moment ^CWhere the fields are painted ^Ggold And the trees are filled with ^Am7memories ^COf the feelings never ^Gtold? When the evening pulls the ^Am7sun down, ^CAnd the day is almost ^Gthrough, Oh, the whole world it is ^Am7sleeping, ^C But my world is y^Gou.

Can I be

N.C.

close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh.

Can I be

N.C.

close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh.