tom:
G
As joyful rocks came out to breath
A
Feathers on stilts picked at the leaves
B
Blue and white shells underneath my feet
Dbm7 A
And a golden-rose fire
E
Broken to coins on the water
By the tide and the way she sways
B B
She sways the way she sways my mind
Dbm7 A
And the cold-bitter salt water
E
Up to my hips as I stripped to my knicks
Plastic bag in my fist
B
Muscles tense, I lament
B
For the poison in the beauty
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
E
Our fingertips searched the beach
For smooth stones to skip troughs and peaks
A
It takes me back to the river weeks
Dbm7 A
And a golden-rose fire
E
Broken to coins on the water
By the tide and the way she sways
B B
She sways the way she sways my mind
Dbm7 A
And the cold-bitter salt water
E
Up to my hips as I stripped to my knicks
Plastic bag in my fist
B
Muscles tense, I lament
B
For the poison in the beauty
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
E A
Nothing's perfect
E
I know
A
But discomfort's worth it
E
If we want to grow
Dbm A
There's not much time
E
Before we go
B E B A
So I will do my best today for tomorrow
Dbm7 A
And a golden-rose fire
E
Broken to coins on the water
By the tide and the way she sways
B B
She sways the way she she she she
Dbm7 A
And the cold-bitter salt water
E
Up to my hips as I stripped to my knicks
Plastic bag in my fist
B
Muscles tense, I lament
B
For the poison in the beauty
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
(
Dbm7 A Dbm7 A )
Idioma
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