Holes To Heaven Teclado

	   
 
 

Obs: Também pode ser tocada em G# 
 
    A 
the air was more than human  
the heat was more than hungry             
                                         F#m 
the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes  
    A 
the bulls were running wild  
because their big and mean and sacred  
                                          F#m 
the children were playing cricket with no shoes  
    C#m 
the next morning we woke up  
with a seven hour drive  
 D 
there we were in stuck in port blaire  
where boats break and children stare  
 
 
A                  E                     
there were so many fewer questions 
F#m                   C#m               D      C#m   Bm 
when stars were still just the holes to heaven  
    A                  E               
and there were so many fewer questions 
F#m                   C#m               D      C#m   Bm 
when stars were still just the holes to heaven 
 
 
A 
disembarking from the port  
with no mistakes of any sort 
                                F#m 
moving south the engine running smooth 
  A  
officials were quite friendly  
once we drowned them with our sweet talk 
                                        F#m  
and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze  
    C#m 
the next morning we woke up  
with the sunrise to the right 
 D  
moving back north to port blair  
where boats break and children stare  
A                  E 
there were so many fewer questions  
F#m                   C#m               D      C#m   Bm 
when stars were still just the holes to heaven  
         A                  E               
yes, and there were so many fewer questions 
F#m                   C#m               D      C#m   Bm  
when stars were still just the holes to heaven  
 
 
 
 
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Contribuição: João Victor Ferreira([email protected])