The Temper Trap - Miracle

A ^Amlittle seed will g^Grow into a ^Ftree ^{Dm Am}Leaving us in ^Gwonder as it s^Fleeps ^{Dm Am}Who on Earth can fa^Gthom, ^Fwho on Earth can ^Dmknow? That ^Amyou were just a ^Gthought in your m^Faker's eyes^Dm

And ^AmI may ^Gnot al^Fways bel^Dmieve But you're ^Amnothing ^Gshort of a ^Fmiracle ^Dm

^AmFeeble, tiny ^Ghands bound for g^Freatness ^{Dm Am}You will rise and ^Gfall like the ^Frest of us ^{Dm Am}Love will keep you ^Gup, and ^Falways be a ^Dmcrutch ^AmThat will see you ^Gthrough to the ^Fvery last ^Dm

^AmClever ^Gminds will ^Fsecond ^Dmguess But to ^Amme, ^G you're a living ^Fmiracle ^Dm

^CSomething e^Dmlse comes ^Amover me ^CGrace has ^Dmcome to ^Amset me free ^CIn your ^Dmhands, you ^Bhold a new for^Fever ^Dm

^AmWe may ^Gnot al^Fways bel^Dmieve ^AmPast which ^Gside we ^Frarely s^Dmee ^AmPride and ^Glust is ^Four dis^Dmease And the ^Amcure is ^Gyou, little m^Firacle ^Dm