Carols at Christmas Girlyman
A cold c[Am]rash of m[F]etal and gears
Grip the wh[Am]eel as I s[C]it right h[G]ere
Did she get a[Am]way, the gh[F]ost of a deer
Am I [Am]in this a[C]ll al[G]one?
Well I'm n[Fm]ine, singing c[C]arols at Chr[G]istmas
I am t[Fm]rying to make s[C]ense of your t[G]enses
I know a w[Fm]ord but not the r[C]est of your s[G]entence
There is n[C]othing I can [G]do
Because I d[C]on't understand y[G]ou
Always f[Am]elt like I was w[F]alking a maze
No one t[Am]old me to [C]go right or l[G]eft
Blue or [Am]red, what c[F]olours disguise me
So I l[Am]ook like a[C]ll the r[G]est?
Well I'm n[Fm]ine, singing c[C]arols at Chr[G]istmas
I am t[Fm]rying to make s[C]ense of your t[G]enses
I know a w[Fm]ord but not the r[C]est of your s[G]entence
There is n[C]othing I can [G]do
Because I d[C]on't understand y[G]ou
Your e[F]yes never ch[G]ange their w[C]atchful gaze on the T[F].V. s[G]et
They're alre[C]ady a d[F]ay ah[G]ead in the e[Am]ast
Can an [F]island mean m[G]ore than [Am]me?[Fm] [Am] [G]
Well there you a[Am]re, standing with pe[F]ople like you
It seems I[Am]'ve never seen you l[C]augh like you [G]do
I count the w[Am]ays I could have b[F]een more like you[C] [G]
Well I'm n[Fm]ine, singing c[C]arols at Chr[G]istmas
I am t[Fm]rying to make s[C]ense of your t[G]enses
I know a w[Fm]ord but not the r[C]est of your s[G]entence
There is n[C]othing I can [G]do
Because I d[C]on't understand y[G]ou
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