Clover

Verse 1
N.c.
Peeled The Paint Off Of My Fingers
N.c.
Picked Up All The Patterns, Let Them Fall Away
N.c.
Used To Leave It 'Til My Skin Hurt
N.c.
But I Don't Need That Feeling Anymore

The BlCmaj7inding White Of FGreshly Mounted Linen
All The LGmaj7ove And Life That Just EmNeeds Definition
And ICmaj7 Only Took It Where I WGanted
Never Where I NeDeded, Never Room To ChGange

Pre-Chorus
It's
Cmaj7Different ND6ow, The WEm7ay The Colors Shine Through, But
Cmaj7Is The PB7romise Of TDmomorrow Ever TruGaugly AbsolCmaj7ute?    D6​
If GI Take The Hues AndA#m Combine Into Something AmNew
Could It Reach You TD5oo?

Chorus
So TrCmaj7ace This Line Across The ScCadd9ene
And We Can Gmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could Em7Be
(We Can Make BeliD6eve)
My Calloused FCmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PCadd9ieces Once BenGmaj7eath My FEm7eet
I Count The LaCmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CCadd9heek
So Stay With Gmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PEm7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SCmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuCadd9t Upon The Passing BrCmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Cmaj7 Cadd9 Gmaj7 Em7 x2

Verse 2
Cmaj7Picked A Clover From The MGeadow
Pressed It In My JoD6urnal, For A Rainy DEm7ay    Cmaj​
I Just Want To Follow In Your FoGotsteps
But I Don't Even KD6now Yet What It's Like To SEm7ay

"I'm MCmaj7ore Than This, I'm NGot A Perfect Person,
I Will SGmaj7ing And Dance And LoEm7ve Without A Purpose"
But I TCmaj7ry To Get A Little ClGoser
With Every Single BruD6shstroke Running Off The PGage

Pre-Chorus
It’Cmaj7s DifferentD6 Now
The Em7Way The Colors Shine Through, I
Cmaj7Used To LB7inger Waiting HDmopelessly For SomethiGaugng I Could PrCmaj7ove      D6​
But The WGonder Wasn’t SA#momething That I Could ChAmoose
And You Knew That TD5oo, Didn’t You?
Is ICmaj7t Different HD6ow
The ThEm7ings You Left Behind You All
Cmaj7Seem To ShB7immer In The LDmight
From A GaugDifferent Point Of VCmaj7iew?    D6​
GIf I Falter,A#m And I Turn My Sight ArAmound
Would It Sparkle TDoo?

Chorus
So TrCmaj7ace This Line Across The ScCadd9ene
And We Can Gmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could Em7Be
(We Can Make BeliD6eve)
My Calloused FCmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PCadd9ieces Once BenGmaj7eath My FEm7eet
I Count The LaCmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CCadd9heek
So Stay With Gmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PEm7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SCmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuCadd9t Upon The Passing BrCmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Cmaj7 Cadd9 Gmaj7 Em7 x2

Bridge
BetweCen The Verdant Touch Of GCmreen
The Dappled Sunlight CaGmaj7sts A CrBown On Em7Me
And Though I TrCmaj7ip And Fall
I’ll FaCmce The All And BrGmaj7eathe It Into EmMe
DaydreCmaj7am
I’ll Weave It In A WrCmeath
The Clouds, The Sky AndGmaj7 Every SpBrout And SeEm7ed
In CCmaj7olors Of Acrylic

To Mix It On My Palette
The GCmallery Of Life Yet Lived Is-

Outro
Cmaj7Left A Corner Of The CaEm7nvas
Willfully UnfDinished, Sketches On A PGmaj7age
Cmaj7So You Can Join In CrEm7eation
Knowing You Can DMake It If I Walk AGmaj7way
The Cmaj7Brush, The Paint, It's CmAll In Its Position
All The LBove And Life That JGmaj7ust Needs Definition
Will YouC Take It With You When It's CmOver?
Lucky Little ClGmaj7over