Scrapbook The Rocket Summer
Intro: Bm/A G D A
A[Bm] scr*pbook on my lap. A soft head on[G] my shoulder.
[D]Behind loose plastic pages are some fadi[A]ng photographs
[Bm]Peculiar fashion styles In the co[G]rner there's a baby
[D]Behind the infant smile is a hea[A]rt I recognize.
W[Bm]hat was I doing then? Learning to[G] take some steps.
[D]Then walking through adolescence some th[A]ousand miles away.
[Bm]And up in heaven God called a meetin[G]g.
[D]And in the space that was next to mine h[A]e chose
to write your name.
[D] [G] [A] [Bm] [D]
I[G] never u[A]nders[Bm]tood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.
[D] [G] [A] [G]
But I'l[A]l forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.
[Bm]What are the chances...
There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage.
It's been so many days.
And now the bricks are starting to crack.
Feels a little weird looking back because some things have changed, some things have
died, but somehow you've stayed the same all this time...
I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.
But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.
What are the chances...
Some will say that it goes away. I will run and chase it down through that rolling
thunder and rain.
I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm.
[Bm]Eit[D]her way I am going to stay.
Though the waves will try to pull me away...
Either way I am going to stay.
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