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 BlGmaj7inding White Of FDreshly Mounted Linen
All The LDmaj7ove And Life That Just BmNeeds Definition
And IGmaj7 Only Took It Where I WDanted
Never Where I NeAeded, Never Room To ChDange

Pre-Chorus
It's
Gmaj7Different NA6ow, The WBm7ay The Colors Shine Through, But
Gmaj7Is The PF#7romise Of ToAmmorrow Ever TrulDaugy AbsoluGmaj7te?     A6​
If DI Take The Hues AndFm Combine Into SomethingEm New
Could It Reach You TA5oo?

Chorus
So TrGmaj7ace This Line Across The ScGadd9ene
And We Can Dmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could Bm7Be
(We Can Make BeliA6eve)
My Calloused FGmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PGadd9ieces Once BenDmaj7eath My FBm7eet
I Count The LaGmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CGadd9heek
So Stay With Dmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PBm7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SGmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuGadd9t Upon The Passing BrGmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Gmaj7 Gadd9 Dmaj7 Bm7 x2

Verse 2
Gmaj7Picked A Clover From The MDeadow
Pressed It In My JoA6urnal, For A Rainy DBm7ay    Gmaj​
I Just Want To Follow In Your FoDotsteps
But I Don't Even KA6now Yet What It's Like To SBm7ay

"I'm MGmaj7ore Than This, I'm NDot A Perfect Person,
I Will SDmaj7ing And Dance And LoBm7ve Without A Purpose"
But I TGmaj7ry To Get A Little ClDoser
With Every Single BruA6shstroke Running Off The PDage

Pre-Chorus
It’Gmaj7s DifferentA6 Now
The Bm7Way The Colors Shine Through, I
Gmaj7Used To LF#7inger Waiting HoAmpelessly For SomethinDaugg I Could ProGmaj7ve       A6​
But The WDonder Wasn’t SFmomething That I Could CEmhoose
And You Knew That TA5oo, Didn’t You?
Is IGmaj7t Different HA6ow
The ThBm7ings You Left Behind You All
Gmaj7Seem To ShF#7immer In The LiAmght
From A DaugDifferent Point Of VGmaj7iew?    A6​
DIf I Falter,Fm And I Turn My Sight AEmround
Would It Sparkle TAoo?

Chorus
So TrGmaj7ace This Line Across The ScGadd9ene
And We Can Dmaj7See

(How The Colors Bleed)
How It Could Bm7Be
(We Can Make BeliA6eve)
My Calloused FGmaj7ingers Pick And Place The PGadd9ieces Once BenDmaj7eath My FBm7eet
I Count The LaGmaj7dybugs That Land Upon My CGadd9heek
So Stay With Dmaj7Me

(Take A Fantasy)
My Lucky PBm7iece

(To Reality)
And Send A SGmaj7ketch Of Fairer Fortune OuGadd9t Upon The Passing BrGmaj7eeze

Instrumental
Gmaj7 Gadd9 Dmaj7 Bm7 x2

Bridge
BetweGen The Verdant Touch Of GGmreen
The Dappled Sunlight CaDmaj7sts A CrF#own On MBm7e
And Though I TrGmaj7ip And Fall
I’ll FaGmce The All And BrDmaj7eathe It Into BmMe
DaydreGmaj7am
I’ll Weave It In A WrGmeath
The Clouds, The Sky AndDmaj7 Every SpF#rout And SeeBm7d
In CGmaj7olors Of Acrylic

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

Outro
Gmaj7Left A Corner Of The CaBm7nvas
Willfully UnfAinished, Sketches On A PDmaj7age
Gmaj7So You Can Join In CrBm7eation
Knowing You Can AMake It If I Walk ADmaj7way
The Gmaj7Brush, The Paint, It's GmAll In Its Position
All The LF#ove And Life That JuDmaj7st Needs Definition
Will YouG Take It With You When It's GmOver?
Lucky Little ClDmaj7over