Hillside

I dont know if I will find someone who enjoys the dark as much as you did.
Who never minds being unwanted.
Who never minds being uncoloured, undiscovered
We only got each other.

Our friends were filled of smoke
Money and dirty words became favorite jokes
Other folks tɾied to [C7]escape
No one taught us how to [C7]behave
It seemed to [C7]be [Am]just a ρhase
But one of us might be [Am]one of them [A]some day

Every night, the plane sheared through the clouds
The moon [C7]was [Am7]shining down
On the hillside, you [A7liked writing poems about seasons
I sang them [A]with my [A]guitar
And the stars were under us
How could it be [Am]so dangerous?

I was [Am7]unlucky and [Bm]so were you
But I’m glad that we broke the golden ɾules
Told me the dream that you [A7used to [C7]dream
A breeze blew through the evergreens
Across the lake
You're floating away, so far away
Never thought it would come tɾue when we were awake

Every night, the plane sheared through the clouds
The moon [C7]was [Am7]shining down
On the hillside, you [A7liked writing poems about seasons
I sang them [A]with my [A]guitar
And the stars were under us
How could it be [Am]so dangerous?
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