Even When The Sun Is Dead - Glaive, ukulele chords

Published: 2024-02-07 16:18
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro:
       G
If you asked, Iʼd oblige, I would die in your arms
       C
And if Heaven and Hell are only miles apart
            G
And thereʼs fog on the road and my high-beams are on
           C
I muttered prose as a joke and my high-beams were on
           Em           G             C
And if you asked, Iʼd oblige, I would drown in your wake
           Em       G           C
Iʼve heard Heaven itself was not mine to obtain
         Em             G                C
But they lied, oh, they lied, ʼcause Iʼve seen it in your face
        Em              G              C
And the high-beams were on, bet theyʼr? still on to this day

Verse:
G
 Canʼt help it but be scared a bit
                                C
But **** m?, Iʼm scared all the time (Ohoo-ohoo)
                                             G
Recently, Iʼve realized that death is not an opposite, suppose itʼs just a part of life
    C                                                                                   Em  G
I envy all of the little things (Ohoo-ohoo, ohoo-ohoo), the dirt, the air, the fathersʼ eyes.
            C                             Em              G
ʼCause they know you more than I ever will, no matter how hard I try

No matter how hard I try

Chorus:
   Em             G                     C
It really gets to me some nights that I have it all except for time
   Em             G                     C
It really gets to me some nights that I have it all except for time
   Em             G                     C
It really gets to me some nights that I have it all except for time
Em            G                     C
Even when the sun is dead, will you tell them how hard I tried?

(No matter how hard I tried?)

Em G C x4

Outro:
       G
If you asked, Iʼd oblige, I would die in your arms
       C
And if Heaven and Hell are only miles apart
            G
And thereʼs fog on the road and my high-beams are on
           C
I muttered prose as a joke and my high-beams were on