The Sundays – Life Goes On (Ukulele)

C                          G
Build me up, don't get me down

             Dm
Weather the storm

       F
Well, life goes on

C                         G
Feelings ebb and flow by hours

                  Dm
You're up in the clouds

              F
and then you sink like a stone

           F
So do you feed yourself with pills?

         C
Hope to deaden your ills

        F
Or are you only one love short

Am
of happiness

          F
And in a picture on the wall

     C
No glimmer of yourself at all

        Dm                F
You've left yourself far away

C                          G
Build me up, don't mop my brow

              Dm
Weather the storm? No...

          F
Because life goes on

C                        G
It's my only hope right now

                Dm
To soar like a bird

            F
and not to sink like a stone

           F
So do you feed yourself with pills?

        C
Oh, to deaden your ills?

                 F
Or are you only one love short

    Am
Of happiness

          F
And in a picture on the wall

     C
No glimmer of yourself at all

        Dm                 F
You've left yourself far away

               F
Oh, so do you feed yourself with pills?

          C
To cure you of your ills

            F
Or are you only one love short

        Am
Of the happy days to come

          F
And in a picture on the wall

           C
You can't see your face at all

    Dm
So unti yourself

          F
Because that's all you've got to do

            F
And I can grow a pair of wings

           C
And I can take off flying

F                             Am
Up in the air, looking back down

                           F
And let me tell you, if I talk about gloom

            C
I don't get out of feeling down

      Dm
It strips you of yourself

         Bb                                C
and it splits you from the self that you know...