Small Swift Birds

Michael Timmins


[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C]

[G] I've been [D] told that it's [C] just the way life [G] goes.
[C] Once the wildest river is now a [G] trickle to the sea.
[C] The peak we risk our lives to scale become [G] dirt beneath our feet.
[C] The wisdom of a lifetime always [G] disappears untapped.
[C] Paradise once given will [G] always be taken back.
And [Am] the love you hang your [C] life upon
will [D] start to slowly crack. [G] [D] [C] [G]

[G] I have [D] seen people [C] suffocate the [G] dream.
[C] Forgetting to turn that one last time while [G] she watches through the door.
[C] Focusing on the garbage that [G] she used to ignore.
[C] Thinking she looks so beautiful but not [G] yelling it out loud.
[C] He should have stopped to kiss her [G] before he headed out.
Just [Am] forgetting how fucking [C] lucky you are
to have [D] found her in such a crowd.

But we've [C] seen a cloud of [G] starlings rising [D] on a crisp autumn [G] day.
We were [C] handed the weight of a [G] child sleeping [D] and bore her [G] away.
We've [C] tasted the tears that [G] fall when saying [D] goodbye [G] forever.
And we've [C] seen the silver from a [G] waxing moon [D] wash upon the shore.

[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C]

[G] I have [D] heard about the [C] lives of small swift [G] birds.
They [C] dazzle with their colour and their [G] deftness through the air.
[C] Just a simple glimpse will keep you [G] simply standing there.
[C] Legendary journeys made on [G] fragile hollow wings.
The [C] night skies rich with whistling [G] each and every spring.
And [Am] then there's the day we [C] look for them and can't [D] find them anywhere.

[G] I've been [D] told that it's [C] just the way life [G] goes.


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