Rainbows In The Dark

C, G, F
C, G, F, Fm
Am, G

(no guitar during this part)
I was kidnapped real young by the 
sweet taste of love
Built a fondness for things that 
just weren't good enough
I cradled the crow, always shooed 
off the dove
Which tagged me a naïve son


C
So the fortunate kids, yeah they 
left on their lights
         G                        
And they stuck up their noses and 
F
started some fights
      C
Their parents all cackled at dirt on
 my hands
         F                     
While my father was slaving, my 
 Fm
mother explained it
Am                                  
      (wait a little bit then strum 
G real fast)
Sometimes that's just how it is


      C
So my sister went kissing a 
maple-skinned boy
        G                       F
Finally held up her fists, said "I'm
 done being coy!"
        C                          
And the neighbourhood boys started 
G
buzzing with joy
   F                      Fm
We finally had front-page news
  C
Although it was sad, I couldn't help
 but laugh
     G                      F
Such ridiculous hate in the hot 
summer sweat
  C                        G
I laid on my back, let the punk 
record spin
Continúa después del anuncio
    F                       Fm
The stomping guitar, it was shooting
 out stars
   Am             G                
It all went to my heart, yeah some 
F               Fm
rainbows in the dark


   C                      F
So I called up danger, my friends 
and some strangers
     C                        
They stumbled and wavered, one 
 F
called me his saviour
     C                          
They slipped me the blood in the 
 F
whole of the vial
    G                  F
But I didn't feel them change


Am, G   ---don't miss this little 
interlude here---


     C
Then I met a man with a fist for a 
hand
        G                          
Held me flat on my back, taught me 
F
how to give in
     C                         G
Some phrases were shot, pretty roses
 got tossed
    F                    Fm
The gift of a fat-lipped grin
            C
Now they're drilling my teeth while 
I'm soiling sheets
        G                         
With my lover, she's counting the 
F
diamonds on rings
    C                       G
And even when truth doesn't help 
with the sting
F                       Fm
Out of no numbers, some harsh 
looking colour
    Am                         
You pull them out, feel they're 
 G
changed
   F                   Fm
No need for a thousand cranes


   C                     F
So I thank the city, the lights that
 it's spinning
    C                          
The friends that I have and the 
 F
shoes we’re not shining
    C                           
The drunk horn’s so violent, all 
 F
spinning out sounds
        G                        ---
 it sounds like there is no chord 
change here, but I am not sure ---
But the colour’s so vibrant , the 
colour’s so loud
    C                 F
The newly-born crying realizing what
 life is
       C                       F
In the eyes of my grandpa, the right
 people dying
    C                    F
The see-saw of love, its rickety 
bounce
    G                      -- again 
with no chord change?? --
The feeling of coming, the feeling 
of going
    D                      G
The mother, the child, the tame and 
the wild
    D                      G
The sleeping in minor, the gold 
leaf, the tire
    D                      G
The crooked, the straight, all the 
hip and the fake
        F                  
Oh, I'm finally feeling the 
                        Fm
stitching of beautiful seams
C                        F       
Sometimes you just can't hold 
      G
back the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back 
the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back 
the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back 
the river
F             G      F           
Hold back the river, hold back 
  G      F             G
the river, hold back the river