Vocal Few - Not giving up

^Fmaj7I guess we're staying ^Amhome ^Fmaj7 Judging by the ^Amsnow ^Fmaj7 The streets are covered ^Cwhite, in the glow Of ^Emmoonlight; and it's ^Amcold tonight ^Fmaj7

So now we sit a^Amlone ^Fmaj7 And nurse our broken ^Ambones ^Fmaj7 Every open ^Cdoor has been closed And the ^Emwindows are boarded u^Amp

Do you see ^Flight? Does it shine in the ^Amdark? Do you find ^Fhope? Is it hanging by a rope in your ^Amheart? Do you get ^Emcomfort? Does it come when you consider the ^Amcross? Or are you ^Flost, just like I'm ^Elost? ^G As Christmas ^Fcomes

I'm not the same as I once ^Cwas ^AmThere are more questions than the ^Emanswers that I've got ^FSo once again I'm forced to ^Amstrip it down to love The quiet ^Csnow; nowhere to ^Emgo I'm not giving ^Fmaj7up I'm not giving ^Fmaj7up

I'm not giving ^Cup (You are my only ^Fmaj7hope) I'm not giving ^Cup (You are my only ^Fmaj7hope) I'm not giving ^Cup (You are my only ^Fmaj7hope) I'm not giving ^Cup