Intro: Am E B E
[Am] Sleep in some [E] safe song to hum
[B] The dreams we've spun and [E] will run from.
[Am] The heavy head [E] that goes to bed
[B] Wishing for some [E] new day to come,
It is a [Am]heartload of the beating of your [E]memories
That [B]in their light make your days bright or [E]dark,
Said "In my [Am]pockets, there is sand from [E]many different lands,
But I long [B]only for the on that's marked with [E]start,
Yes, my [B]home it holds my bed, my head, my [E]heart."
[Am] [C] [D]
[G] Spent your [D]days searching [C]for some sun[G]set,
Searched for [D]sunset,
Yeah, you s[C]earched for so [G]long.
Drenched in [D]darkness,
Are you [C]so full of [G]regret
Because you [D]saw what you were [C]seeking,
Now the [G]sunset is gone,
But the [Am]sun will rise a thousand times,
And [C]will you still be [D]so surprised to say
"For every sun that is somewhere setting,
There is one that is somewhere set to rise."
For every pretty thing that you find yourself forgetting,
There's a million magic moments set to widen your eyes,
So I know it's best to hold my tongue,
Not cry "Please, oh, please will you come home and
Listen for the ones you cannot remember?
They sing as loud as the ones you can't forget!"
As autumn fades into another December
Furnished with a feeling that you haven't shaken yet,
And on and on,
And what went wrong,
We sing a separate story to the some old song
It was in some warehouse where I said I'd always love,
Indiana where I never knew your name.
In our lifetimes, there's so many things we could do
So I wish we wouldn't spend them polishing our own pain
And you sang a song for dying,
Well, give me the one that's right for flying
Into the ones as they go past you,
Into the ones that you will one day leave behind.
Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you
Though a million years could pass
And they would never seem to mind.
(The Am C D part is played without lyrics here)
And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say
"Give your heart to everything that you can find."
Try as though we try
It's a very pretty thing to say
And everything that matters is sure to take time.
[Am] [E] [B] [E]
[Am] That fearsome face [E] will find its place,
[B] Give it time and [E] give it space.
Give [Am]it a name, it'll come if you [E]call it,
For[B]give its shame,
Even if that's how you re[E]call it.
[Am] Sleep in some [E] safe song to hum
[B] The dreams we've spun and [E] will run from.
[Am] The heavy head [E] that goes to bed
[B] Wishing for some [E] new day to come,
It is a [Am]heartload of the beating of your [E]memories
That [B]in their light make your days bright or [E]dark,
Said "In my [Am]pockets, there is sand from [E]many different lands,
But I long [B]only for the on that's marked with [E]start,
Yes, my [B]home it holds my bed, my head, my [E]heart."
[Am] [C] [D]
[G] Spent your [D]days searching [C]for some sun[G]set,
Searched for [D]sunset,
Yeah, you s[C]earched for so [G]long.
Drenched in [D]darkness,
Are you [C]so full of [G]regret
Because you [D]saw what you were [C]seeking,
Now the [G]sunset is gone,
But the [Am]sun will rise a thousand times,
And [C]will you still be [D]so surprised to say
"For every sun that is somewhere setting,
There is one that is somewhere set to rise."
For every pretty thing that you find yourself forgetting,
There's a million magic moments set to widen your eyes,
So I know it's best to hold my tongue,
Not cry "Please, oh, please will you come home and
Listen for the ones you cannot remember?
They sing as loud as the ones you can't forget!"
As autumn fades into another December
Furnished with a feeling that you haven't shaken yet,
And on and on,
And what went wrong,
We sing a separate story to the some old song
It was in some warehouse where I said I'd always love,
Indiana where I never knew your name.
In our lifetimes, there's so many things we could do
So I wish we wouldn't spend them polishing our own pain
And you sang a song for dying,
Well, give me the one that's right for flying
Into the ones as they go past you,
Into the ones that you will one day leave behind.
Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you
Though a million years could pass
And they would never seem to mind.
(The Am C D part is played without lyrics here)
And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say
"Give your heart to everything that you can find."
Try as though we try
It's a very pretty thing to say
And everything that matters is sure to take time.
[Am] [E] [B] [E]
[Am] That fearsome face [E] will find its place,
[B] Give it time and [E] give it space.
Give [Am]it a name, it'll come if you [E]call it,
For[B]give its shame,
Even if that's how you re[E]call it.
