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 BlEmaj7inding White Of FBreshly Mounted Linen
All The LBmaj7ove And Life That Just G#mNeeds Definition
And IEmaj7 Only Took It Where I WBanted
Never Where I NeF#eded, Never Room To ChaBnge

Pre-Chorus
It's
Emaj7Different NF#6ow, The WaG#m7y The Colors Shine Through, But
Emaj7Is The PD#7romise Of ToF#mmorrow Ever TrulyBaug AbsolutEmaj7e?      F#6​
If BI Take The Hues AndDm Combine Into SomethingC#m New
Could It Reach You TF#5oo?

Chorus
So TrEmaj7ace This Line Across The ScEadd9ene
And We Can Bmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could G#m7Be
(We Can Make BeliF#6eve)
My Calloused FEmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PEadd9ieces Once BenBmaj7eath My FG#m7eet
I Count The LaEmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CEadd9heek
So Stay With Bmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PG#m7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SEmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuEadd9t Upon The Passing BrEmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Emaj7 Eadd9 Bmaj7 G#m7 x2

Verse 2
Emaj7Picked A Clover From The MBeadow
Pressed It In My JoF#6urnal, For A Rainy DaG#m7y      Emaj​
I Just Want To Follow In Your FoBotsteps
But I Don't Even KF#6now Yet What It's Like To SaG#m7y

"I'm MEmaj7ore Than This, I'm NBot A Perfect Person,
I Will SBmaj7ing And Dance And LoG#m7ve Without A Purpose"
But I TEmaj7ry To Get A Little ClBoser
With Every Single BruF#6shstroke Running Off The PaBge

Pre-Chorus
It’Emaj7s DifferentF#6 Now
The G#m7Way The Colors Shine Through, I
Emaj7Used To LD#7inger Waiting HoF#mpelessly For SomethingBaug I Could ProvEmaj7e        F#6​
But The WBonder Wasn’t SDmomething That I Could CC#mhoose
And You Knew That TF#5oo, Didn’t You?
Is IEmaj7t Different HF#6ow
The ThG#m7ings You Left Behind You All
Emaj7Seem To ShD#7immer In The LiF#mght
From A BaugDifferent Point Of VEmaj7iew?    F#6​
BIf I Falter,Dm And I Turn My Sight AC#mround
Would It Sparkle TF#oo?

Chorus
So TrEmaj7ace This Line Across The ScEadd9ene
And We Can Bmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could G#m7Be
(We Can Make BeliF#6eve)
My Calloused FEmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PEadd9ieces Once BenBmaj7eath My FG#m7eet
I Count The LaEmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CEadd9heek
So Stay With Bmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PG#m7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SEmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuEadd9t Upon The Passing BrEmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Emaj7 Eadd9 Bmaj7 G#m7 x2

Bridge
BetweEen The Verdant Touch Of GEmreen
The Dappled Sunlight CaBmaj7sts A CrD#own On MG#m7e
And Though I TrEmaj7ip And Fall
I’ll FaEmce The All And BrBmaj7eathe It Into G#mMe
DaydreEmaj7am
I’ll Weave It In A WrEmeath
The Clouds, The Sky AndBmaj7 Every SpD#rout And SeeG#m7d
In CEmaj7olors Of Acrylic

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

Outro
Emaj7Left A Corner Of The CaG#m7nvas
Willfully UnfF#inished, Sketches On A PaBmaj7ge
Emaj7So You Can Join In CrG#m7eation
Knowing You Can F#Make It If I Walk AwBmaj7ay
The Emaj7Brush, The Paint, It's EmAll In Its Position
All The LD#ove And Life That JuBmaj7st Needs Definition
Will YouE Take It With You When It's EmOver?
Lucky Little ClBmaj7over