Artist: I Said Yes
[VERSE]
[E]Ever since the winter when you took fl[A]ight,
[E]I still see your shadow in the lamp li[B]ght,
[C#m]I still get the messages you ghost w[A]rite,
but [C#m]everything is quiet in the d[B]ark.
I d[E]idn't want the living that you sold [A]me,
I [E]didn't want to hear the things you tol[B]d me,
it [C#m]wasn't that you even meant it col[A]dly,
it wa[C#m]sn't that you meant to leave[B] a mark...
[CHORUS]
but if it makes you fe[A]el,
it must be go[E]od,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay,
it makes you f[A]eel,
it must be g[E]ood,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay.
[VERSE]
[E]The papers you collected in a fol[A]der,
[E]the worry that you carried on your sho[B]ulder,
[C#m]you thought it made you look a littl[A]e older,
which [C#m]only made me feel a little o[B]ld...
Now[E] every bit of silence is a prom[A]ise,
[E]if it wasn't I was trying to be mod[B]est,
[C#m]I only thought that speaking was dis[A]honest,
as w[C#m]e walked beneath the water i[B]n the cold.
[CHORUS]
but if it makes you fe[A]el,
it must be go[E]od,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay,
it makes you f[A]eel,
it must be g[E]ood,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay.
[CHORUS]
is any of this even r[A]eal?
is any of this r[E]eal?
we're putting it d[A]own,
to someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay...
it makes you fe[A]el,
is any of this even r[A]eal?
is any of this r[E]eal?
we're putting it d[A]own,
to someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay...
[VERSE]
The[E] things you never wanted me to menti[A]on,
I p[E]romise you it wasn't my intentio[B]n,
[C#m]but silence is the mother of inventi[A]on,
[C#m]and I haven't heard a word from you since t[B]hen.
The[E] harbour that you're trying to embar[A]k to,
the[E] cigarette you're trying to put a spark [B]to,
I'm [C#m]watching them develop in the dark ro[A]om,
[C#m]and wondering what to say to you aga[B]in...
[E]Ever since the winter when you took fl[A]ight,
[E]I still see your shadow in the lamp li[B]ght,
[C#m]I still get the messages you ghost w[A]rite,
but [C#m]everything is quiet in the d[B]ark.
I d[E]idn't want the living that you sold [A]me,
I [E]didn't want to hear the things you tol[B]d me,
it [C#m]wasn't that you even meant it col[A]dly,
it wa[C#m]sn't that you meant to leave[B] a mark...
[CHORUS]
but if it makes you fe[A]el,
it must be go[E]od,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay,
it makes you f[A]eel,
it must be g[E]ood,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay.
[VERSE]
[E]The papers you collected in a fol[A]der,
[E]the worry that you carried on your sho[B]ulder,
[C#m]you thought it made you look a littl[A]e older,
which [C#m]only made me feel a little o[B]ld...
Now[E] every bit of silence is a prom[A]ise,
[E]if it wasn't I was trying to be mod[B]est,
[C#m]I only thought that speaking was dis[A]honest,
as w[C#m]e walked beneath the water i[B]n the cold.
[CHORUS]
but if it makes you fe[A]el,
it must be go[E]od,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay,
it makes you f[A]eel,
it must be g[E]ood,
it must be go[A]od,
it must be someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay.
[CHORUS]
is any of this even r[A]eal?
is any of this r[E]eal?
we're putting it d[A]own,
to someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay...
it makes you fe[A]el,
is any of this even r[A]eal?
is any of this r[E]eal?
we're putting it d[A]own,
to someth[C#m]ing about the w[B]ay...
[VERSE]
The[E] things you never wanted me to menti[A]on,
I p[E]romise you it wasn't my intentio[B]n,
[C#m]but silence is the mother of inventi[A]on,
[C#m]and I haven't heard a word from you since t[B]hen.
The[E] harbour that you're trying to embar[A]k to,
the[E] cigarette you're trying to put a spark [B]to,
I'm [C#m]watching them develop in the dark ro[A]om,
[C#m]and wondering what to say to you aga[B]in...
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