Grace Potter and the Nocturnals – Colors (Guitar)

D                        A
You don't have to ask me why

D                         A
Because I know you'd understand

D                       A
All the treasures of my life

D                    A
Are right here in my hand

Em        G
Suspended in a moment

A
No more breath to catch

Em          G
If you hold onto your end

A
Maybe we can make this last

D           Bm               A
This is the greatest time of day

     D                  Bm         F#m
When all the clocks are spinning backwards

    D                  Bm            A
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

    F#m                            A      D
And all the black and white turns into colors

D         Bm                A
I don't wanna build a wall

D               Bm              A
Or draw a line across the sand

D               Bm                      A
Because there's room for one and all

D               Bm              A
And this land is our land

Em              G               A
Oh, I hope this can go on and on and on

Em              G                       A
Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond

Em              G               A
Oh, I know that life is never very long

Em              G                       A
One second, then one minute, and then it's gone

D           Bm               A
This is the greatest time of day

     D                  Bm         F#m
When all the clocks are spinning backwards

    D                  Bm            A
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

    F#m                            A
And all the black and white turns into colors

Bm                        E
You want to sink into the colors on the wall

G                           A
But all the while you are the brightest of them all

D           Bm               A
This is the greatest time of day

     D                  Bm         F#m
When all the clocks are spinning backwards

    D                  Bm            A
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

    F#m                            A      D
And all the black and white turns into colors

D               Bm                  A
This is the greatest time of day

        D                       Bm              F#m
When there's no you and there's no others

        D                       Bm              A
And all the rules grow wings and fly away

        F#m                                A        D
And all the black and white turns into colors

D      A      D A       D
Colors Aaaaah Ah.