Êîììåíòàðèé: "from the choirgirl hotel"
Northern Lad
A
Had a Northern lad
Bm
Well not exactly had
D
He moved like the sunset
E
God who painted that-
A
First he loved my accent
Bm
How his knees could bend
D
I thought we'd be ok
E
Me and my molasses
F#m E
But I feel something is wrong
F#m E
But I feel this cake just isn't done
D
Don't say that you don't
F#m D
And if you could see me now
F#m D
Said if you could see me now
F#m
Girls you've got to know
D
When it's time to turn the page
A
When you're only wet
E
Because of the rain
C#m D
Bec - ause
A E
Because of the rain
C#m D
Bec - ause
A
He don't show much these days
Bm
It gets so fucking cold
D
I loved his secret places
E
But I can't go anymore
A
"You change like sugar cane"
Bm
Says my northern lad
D
I guess you go too far
E
When pianos try to be guitars
F#m E
I feel the west in you
F#m E
And I feel it falling apart too
D
Don't say that you don't
F#m D
And if you could see me now
F#m D
Said if you could see me now
F#m
Girls you've got to know
D
When it's time to turn the page
A
When you're only wet
E
Because of the rain
C#m D
Bec - ause
A E
Because of the rain
C#m D
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