The Shins - Waimanalo fug yep

^AWaimanalo ^Dsun on the w^Aaves One thousand mornings, I^B'm still a^Emazed ^AColor of the iris of G^Dod's open ^Agaze Waimanalo wi^Ends, please beh^Aave

^DIn between the tides ^AA magic world resides ^BYou can only see it with the e^Eyes of a child ^DThe big old world, it spins ^AAnother day begins ^BHow late did we stay up? ^EWho knows when we'll wake up

^AOut on the reef all the ^Dbellowing ^Afoam Sounding out its warning to wel^Bcome us ho^Eme ^AMoon takes its place with a p^Drimeval gl^Aow Kind of sleep you ^Esure never ^Aknow

^DIn between the tides ^AA magic world resides ^BYou can only see it with the e^Eyes of a child ^DThe big old world, it spins ^AAnother day begins ^BHow late did we stay up? ^EWho knows when we'll wake up

^AWaimanalo ^Dsun on the w^Aaves One thousand mornings, I^B'm still a^Emazed ^AColor of the iris of G^Dod's open ^Agaze Waimanalo wi^Ends, please beh^Aave Waimanalo wi^Ends, please beh^Aave Waimanalo wi^Ends, please beh^Aave