The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I ^Am7wake ^C And the sun is coming ^Gthrough, Oh, you fill my lungs with ^Am7sweetness, ^C And you fill my head with y^Gou.

Shall I write it in a l^Am7etter? ^C Shall I try to get it d^Gown? Oh, you fill my head with ^Am7pieces ^C Of a song I can't get ^Gout.

^N.C.Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Coh, ooh-oo-oo-^Gooh.

Can I take it to a m^Am7orning^C Where the fields are painted ^Ggold And the trees are filled with ^Am7memories ^C Of the feelings never t^Gold?

When the evening pulls the s^Am7un down, ^C And the day is almost th^Grough, Oh, the whole world it is sl^Am7eeping, ^C But my world is y^Gou.

^N.C.Can I be close to ^Am7you? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh. Can I be close to y^Am7ou? Ooh-oo-oo-oo^Ch, ooh-oo-oo-o^Goh.

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