Pale Sun Rose Matthew and the Atlas
Capo 4
[Am]North c[F]oast sw[G]ells,
[Am]I feel [F]it when[G] the cold comes in.
[Am]Run red[F] deer, [G]they'll need you when they hunt your skin. [Am] [F] [G]
[Am]Evening[F] came, [G]to the corners of my mind again. [Am] [F] [G]
[Am]Cold an[F]d clean[G], a ringing on an open plain.[Am] [F] [G]
[F]But it[G] seems[Am] so lon[G]g... my friend.
[F]My mem[G]ory is[Am] all bu[F]t gone,
[Am]Back to m[F]y whispering mind.
[Am]Pale su[F]n rose,[G]
[Am]A shimm[F]er on t[G]he dusty morn.
[Am]Wheel w[F]ill tur[G]n,
[Am]Spinnin[F]g in my[G] past will burn
[F]But it[G] seems[Am] so lon[G]g... my friend.
[F]My mem[G]ory is[Am] all bu[F]t gone.
[Am]Back to my[F] whispering mind.
[(Am] [F] [G)]
[C]I wait,[Em] with all[Am] threats[F], while the earth it slowly spins.
[C]I recal[Em]l some ot[Am]her plac[F]e, son, of the time just for the north wind
[C]But it'[Em]s been th[Am]is way f[F]or a thousand years (for the north), but I'm starting to forget...
[C]I'm sta[Em]rting to [Am]forget. [F]
[Am] [F] [G]
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