Tilly and the Wall - Rainbows in the dark

^CSo the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights And they ^Gstuck up their noses and ^Fstarted some fights Their ^Cparents all cackled at dirt on my hands While my ^Ffather was slaving, my ^Fmmother explained it Am (wait a little bit then strum G real fast) Sometimes that's just how it is

So my ^Csister went kissing a maple-skinned boy Finally ^Gheld up her fists, said ^F"I'm done being coy!" And the ^Cneighbourhood boys started ^Gbuzzing with joy We ^Ffinally had front-page ^Fmnews Al^Cthough it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh Such ^Gridiculous hate in the ^Fhot summer sweat I ^Claid on my back, let the ^Gpunk record spin The ^Fstomping guitar, it was ^Fmshooting out stars It ^Amall went to my ^Gheart, yeah some ^Frainbows in the ^Fmdark

So ^CI called up danger, my ^Ffriends and some strangers They ^Cstumbled and wavered, one ^Fcalled me his saviour They ^Cslipped me the blood in the ^Fwhole of the vial But ^GI didn't feel them ^Fchange

Then ^CI met a man with a fist for a hand Held me ^Gflat on my back, taught me ^Fhow to give in Some ^Cphrases were shot, pretty ^Groses got tossed The ^Fgift of a fat-lipped ^Fmgrin Now they're ^Cdrilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets With my ^Glover, she's counting the ^Fdiamonds on rings And ^Ceven when truth doesn't ^Ghelp with the sting ^FOut of no numbers, some ^Fmharsh looking colour You ^Ampull them out, feel they're ^Gchanged No ^Fneed for a thousand ^Fmcranes

So ^CI thank the city, the ^Flights that it's spinning The ^Cfriends that I have and the ^Fshoes we're not shining The ^Cdrunk horn's so violent, all ^Fspinning out sounds G --- it sounds like there is no chord change here, but I am not sure --- But the colour's so vibrant , the colour's so loud The ^Cnewly-born crying ^Frealizing what life is In the ^Ceyes of my grandpa, the ^Fright people dying The ^Csee-saw of love, its ^Frickety bounce G -- again with no chord change'' -- The feeling of coming, the feeling of going The ^Dmother, the child, the ^Gtame and the wild The ^Dsleeping in minor, the ^Ggold leaf, the tire The ^Dcrooked, the straight, ^Gall the hip and the fake Oh, I'm ^Ffinally feeling the stitching of beautiful ^Fmseams ^CSometimes you just can't ^Fhold back the ^Griver Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river ^FHold back the ^Griver, ^Fhold back the ^Griver, ^Fhold back the ^Griver