Kunci Ukulele Dean Lewis – Waves Versi 1

^FThere is a swelling ^Amstorm And I'm ^Ccaught up in the middle of it ^Gall And it ^Ftakes contr^Amol of the person that I thought ^CI was The boy I used to k^Gnow

^FThere is a ^Glight in the ^Amdark ^CAnd I feel its ^Fwarmth In my ^Ghands, in my ^Amheart ^DmWhy can't ^CI hold ^Gon?

^AmIt comes and g^Foes in ^Cwaves ^GIt always ^Amdoes,^F it ^Calways do^Ges We ^Amwatch as our ^Fyoung hearts ^Cfade ^GInto the ^Amflood^F, i^Cnto the flo^God

And the^F freedom of ^Gfalling ^AmAnd the feeling I thoug^Cht was se^Gt in s^Ftone ^FIt slips through ^Gmy fingers ^AmAnd I'm trying ^Chard to let go ^DmBut it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^Dm'Cause it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^GAnd carries us away ^F

^FThrough the ^Amwind Down to the ^Cplace we used to lay when we were ^Gkids ^FMemories of a stolen ^Amplace Caught in the ^Csilence, an echo lost in ^Gspace

^AmIt comes and g^Foes in ^Cwaves ^GIt always ^Amdoes,^F it ^Calways do^Ges We ^Amwatch as our ^Fyoung hearts ^Cfade ^GInto the ^Amflood^F, i^Cnto the flo^God

And the^F freedom of ^Gfalling ^AmAnd the feeling I thoug^Cht was se^Gt in s^Ftone ^FIt slips through ^Gmy fingers ^AmAnd I'm trying ^Chard to let go ^DmBut it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^Dm'Cause it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^GAnd carries us away ^F

^FI've watched my ^Amwild youth ^Gdisappear in f^Cront of my eyes ^FMoments of ^Ammagic and ^Gwonder ^GIt seems so hard to find ^FIs it ever coming ^Amback again? ^GIs it ever ^Ccoming ^Gback again? ^FTake me back to the ^Amfeeling when ^GEverything was left to find

^AmIt comes and g^Foes in ^Cwaves ^GIt always ^Amdoes,^F it ^Calways do^Ges

And the^F freedom of ^Gfalling ^AmAnd the feeling I thoug^Cht was se^Gt in s^Ftone ^FIt slips through ^Gmy fingers ^AmAnd I'm trying ^Chard to let go ^DmBut it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^Dm'Cause it comes and ^Cgoes in ^Gwaves ^GAnd carries us away ^F