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. Tabbed by bbkim |