Tilly and the Wall - Rainbows in the dark

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

So my ^Asister went kissing a maple-skinned boy Finally ^Aheld up her fists, said ^C"I'm done being coy!" And the ^Aneighbourhood boys started ^Abuzzing with joy We ^Cfinally had front-page ^Cmnews Al^Athough it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh Such ^Aridiculous hate in the ^Chot summer sweat I ^Alaid on my back, let the ^Apunk record spin The ^Cstomping guitar, it was ^Cmshooting out stars It ^Emall went to my ^Aheart, yeah some ^Crainbows in the ^Cmdark

So ^AI called up danger, my ^Cfriends and some strangers They ^Astumbled and wavered, one ^Ccalled me his saviour They ^Aslipped me the blood in the ^Cwhole of the vial But ^AI didn't feel them ^Cchange

Then ^AI met a man with a fist for a hand Held me ^Aflat on my back, taught me ^Chow to give in Some ^Aphrases were shot, pretty ^Aroses got tossed The ^Cgift of a fat-lipped ^Cmgrin Now they're ^Adrilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets With my ^Alover, she's counting the ^Cdiamonds on rings And ^Aeven when truth doesn't ^Ahelp with the sting ^COut of no numbers, some ^Cmharsh looking colour You ^Empull them out, feel they're ^Achanged No ^Cneed for a thousand ^Cmcranes

So ^AI thank the city, the ^Clights that it's spinning The ^Afriends that I have and the ^Cshoes we’re not shining The ^Adrunk horn’s so violent, al^Cl spinning 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 ^Anewly-born crying ^Crealizing what life is In the ^Aeyes of my grandpa, the ^Cright people dying The ^Asee-saw of love, its ^Crickety bounce G -- again with no chord change?? -- The feeling of coming, the feeling of going The ^Amother, the child, the ^Atame and the wild The ^Asleeping in minor, the ^Agold leaf, the tire The ^Acrooked, the straight, ^Aall the hip and the fake Oh, I'm ^Cfinally feeling the stitching of beautiful ^Cmseams ^ASometimes you just can't ^Chold back the ^Ariver 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 ^CHold back the ^Ariver, ^Chold back the ^Ariver, ^Chold back the ^Ariver