(The People's Key)
Verse 1
[F#m]Every new day is a gift; it's a song of rede[A]mption
[F#m]Any expression of love is a way to r[A]eturn
[D]To that place that I think of so often but now never [A]mention
[E]The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't [F#m]deserve
Verse 2
[F#m]Come fire, come water, come karma, we're all in tr[A]ansition
[F#m]The Wheel of Becoming erases the physical [A]mind
[D]Till all the remains is a staircase of misinform[A]ation
[E]And the code we inherit, the basis, the essence o[F#m]f life
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella unde[E]r my arm into the[A] green of the rada[D]r
[Bm]How did it ge[E]t so dark in th[A]e day?
[Bm]It's just so[E] bizarre, is i[A]t true what we're made [D]of?
[Bm]Why do I hid[E]e from the rain?[A]
Verse 3
[F#m]Inside some cloudy nostalgia where there are no f[A]eatures
[F#m]We look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of[A] time
[D]See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleac[A]hers
[E]Kissed as the band marched, everything fell int[F#m]o line
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella un[E]der my arm into t[A]he green of the ra[D]dar
[Bm]How did it get so dark [E]in the day?[A]
[Bm]It's just s[E]o bizarre, is [A]it true what we're made[D] of?
[Bm]Why do I hid[E]e from the rain?[A]
Bridge
[F#m]Sure I had my doubts
[D]But I know it [A]now
We are jejune sta[D]rs
[F#m]SO it starts again
[D]At our childhood's e[A]nd
I'll die young at hea[D]rt
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella [E]under my arm into[A] the green of the [D]radar
[Bm]How did it get so dark [E]in the day?[A]
[Bm]It's just so [E]bizarre, is it[A] true what we're made o[D]f?
[Bm]Why do I[E] hide from the rain[A]?
Verse 1
[F#m]Every new day is a gift; it's a song of rede[A]mption
[F#m]Any expression of love is a way to r[A]eturn
[D]To that place that I think of so often but now never [A]mention
[E]The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't [F#m]deserve
Verse 2
[F#m]Come fire, come water, come karma, we're all in tr[A]ansition
[F#m]The Wheel of Becoming erases the physical [A]mind
[D]Till all the remains is a staircase of misinform[A]ation
[E]And the code we inherit, the basis, the essence o[F#m]f life
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella unde[E]r my arm into the[A] green of the rada[D]r
[Bm]How did it ge[E]t so dark in th[A]e day?
[Bm]It's just so[E] bizarre, is i[A]t true what we're made [D]of?
[Bm]Why do I hid[E]e from the rain?[A]
Verse 3
[F#m]Inside some cloudy nostalgia where there are no f[A]eatures
[F#m]We look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of[A] time
[D]See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleac[A]hers
[E]Kissed as the band marched, everything fell int[F#m]o line
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella un[E]der my arm into t[A]he green of the ra[D]dar
[Bm]How did it get so dark [E]in the day?[A]
[Bm]It's just s[E]o bizarre, is [A]it true what we're made[D] of?
[Bm]Why do I hid[E]e from the rain?[A]
Bridge
[F#m]Sure I had my doubts
[D]But I know it [A]now
We are jejune sta[D]rs
[F#m]SO it starts again
[D]At our childhood's e[A]nd
I'll die young at hea[D]rt
Chorus
[Bm]So I go umbrella [E]under my arm into[A] the green of the [D]radar
[Bm]How did it get so dark [E]in the day?[A]
[Bm]It's just so [E]bizarre, is it[A] true what we're made o[D]f?
[Bm]Why do I[E] hide from the rain[A]?
