Josh Pyke – The Summer chords

song: The Summer
artist: Josh Pyke
Album: Chimney's Afire

capo 6th fret


chords used

   Bm   A*     G*     A     Em     D*    A**    D     C#m      F#m
   
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Bm                        A*                         G*If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
             AAnd pour it loose through your garden
       Bm                            A*So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
          G*                     ALike the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
          Em                            D*And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
                A**                      EmAnd there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind
           Bmoohhhooohohoho

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

chorus

D                            C#mWe should be living like we lived that summer
F#m                                         DI wanna live like we live in the summer  


And I’ll remember that summer as the right one
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle
And our first goodbye always seemed like hours
In the car park in between my house and yours
And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever
Then the winter holds a bite we’d never felt before

Chorus 

     A               D*But time is like the ocean
        F#m            G           D*You can only hold a little in your hands
So swim before we’re broken
Before our bones become
Black coral on the sand