Send In The Sun chords by Watsky Guitar Chords

Send In The Sun chords by Watsky Guitar Chords

[Chorus]
F# D B
Send in that sunshine
F# D B
Make everything right
F# D B
Turn on your love light ‘Cause baby I’m coming on by
F# D B
Send in that sunshine
F# D B
Make everything right
F# D B
‘Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
F# D B
That don’t ease with the passage of time

[Verse 1]
F# D
If stars died of old age
B
They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade
F# D B
But stars escape life with a gun shot Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot
F# D B
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger, Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
F# D
And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
B
The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall
F# D B
You know the red giant in sector two? Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dude
F# D B
I think he thought nobody thought about him, And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s true
F# D B
Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love too
F# D B
I give out energy and don’t receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep
N.C.
And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me

[Chorus]
F# D B
Send in that sunshine
F# D B
Make everything right
F# D B
Turn on your love light, ‘Cause baby I’m coming on by
F# D B
Send in that sunshine
F# D B
Make everything right
F# D B
‘Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
F# D B
That don’t ease with the passage of time

[Verse 2]
F# D B
Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules, I wish you’d stuck around, you wise fools
F# D
‘Cause friends they tend to come and go,
B
The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide pools
F# D
But when the standing water’s putrid
B
Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid?
F# D
There’s a bunch of us who loved you
B
Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you did
F# D
You you you you you packed your problems in a suitcase
B
You you you went away forever to a new place
F# D B
You left behind a lot of blue faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces, But my friend, it’s too late
F# D B
So all my lightweights and barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star dies
F# D
And toast the memory of hard lives
B
Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives

[Outro]
F# D B x2

1 year ago

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