Rainbows In The Dark Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

C G F

C G F Fm

Am G

(no guitar during this part)

I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love

Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough

I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove

Which tagged me a naïve son

CSo the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights

 And they Gstuck up their noses and Fstarted some fights

 Their Cparents all cackled at dirt on my hands

 While my Ffather was slaving, my Fmmother explained it

Am (wait a little bit then strum G real fast)

Sometimes that's just how it is

 So my Csister went kissing a maple-skinned boy

 Finally Gheld up her fists, said F"I'm done being coy!"

 And the Cneighbourhood boys started Gbuzzing with joy

 We Ffinally had front-page Fmnews

 AlCthough it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh

 Such Gridiculous hate in the Fhot summer sweat

 I Claid on my back, let the Gpunk record spin

 The Fstomping guitar, it was Fmshooting out stars

 It Amall went to my Gheart, yeah some Frainbows in the Fmdark

 So CI called up danger, my Ffriends and some strangers

 They Cstumbled and wavered, one Fcalled me his saviour

 They Cslipped me the blood in the Fwhole of the vial

 But GI didn't feel them Fchange

Am, G ---don't miss this little interlude here---

 Then CI met a man with a fist for a hand

 Held me Gflat on my back, taught me Fhow to give in

 Some Cphrases were shot, pretty Groses got tossed

 The Fgift of a fat-lipped Fmgrin

 Now they're Cdrilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets

 With my Glover, she's counting the Fdiamonds on rings

 And Ceven when truth doesn't Ghelp with the sting

FOut of no numbers, some Fmharsh looking colour

 You Ampull them out, feel they're Gchanged

 No Fneed for a thousand Fmcranes

 So CI thank the city, the Flights that it's spinning

 The Cfriends that I have and the Fshoes we’re not shining

 The Cdrunk horn’s so violent, all Fspinning out sounds

G --- it sounds like there is no chord change here, but I am not sure ---

But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud

 The Cnewly-born crying Frealizing what life is

 In the Ceyes of my grandpa, the Fright people dying

 The Csee-saw of love, its Frickety bounce

G -- again with no chord change?? --

The feeling of coming, the feeling of going

 The Dmother, the child, the Gtame and the wild

 The Dsleeping in minor, the Ggold leaf, the tire

 The Dcrooked, the straight, Gall the hip and the fake

 Oh, I'm Ffinally feeling the stitching of beautiful Fmseams

CSometimes you just can't Fhold back the Griver

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

FHold back the Griver, Fhold back the Griver, Fhold back the Griver

end with

F Fm Am