Nightingale December Song

Em                          C/G
So let me hammer this point home:
         Em             D
I see us all as lonely fires
           C/G                G   
that have burned alive as long as 
     D   Bm7
we remember.

             Em               
But like all fireworks and all 
 D
sunsets,
       C/G               Em
we all burn in different ways:
    C/G            G
You are a fast explosion,
             Bm7
and I am the embers.

                C/G                
And though your flames are quick 
  Em
and mean,
     D                 C/G
they will not last the year,
      G            D           
but expire like a sudden falling 
   C/G
star,
           C/G             Em
that only nightingales had seen,
         C/G                
before migrating to southern 
  Em
jungles.
            C/G               D   
And in this way you will come find
        G                Bm7
 me in December. Whoa ho ho.

              Em            
He said he'd like to move to 
  C/G
Nashville
   Em          D
to master the guitar,
Continues after the ad
                C/G          G
where he would live a single day
          D             Bm7
the way I live a single year.

    Em                 D
He covered his body in mud,
     C/G             Em
went hunting for the sun,
               C/G
and then went swimming
      G           Bm7
in a lake of holy water.

    C/G             Em
You are too hot for me.
  D               C/G
I am too slow for you.
    G            D
You are a fast explosion
             C/G
and I am the embers.
             C/G            Em
You need the one who slowly burns,
    C/G           Em
and burns to stay alive.
        C/G               D       
In this way you will come find me 
     G
in December


Solo part but same guitar riffs


Em                          C/G
So let me hammer this point home:
         Em             D
I see us all as lonely fires
           C/G                G   
that have burned alive as long as 
     D   Bm7
we remember.

             Em           D
But like all sacrificial virgins,
       C/G               Em
we all burn in different ways:
    C/G            G
You are a fast explosion,
              Bm7
and I am the embers.

                C/G                
And though your flames are quick 
  Em
and mean,
     D                 C/G
they will not last the year,
    G              D              
but expire like a sudden shooting 
C/G
star,
          C/G              Em
that only nightingales had seen,
            C/G           Em
before transforming into bluebirds.
            C/G                D  
And in this way you will come find
          G
 me in December.