My Space Is Overgrown

D Bm G D (3x) D Well my fingertips up close look like Bm The world from far away D And I'll make it so they always try Bm D G To reach and rest against a kind of light D Well I've never seen a summer storm Bm Before, but I think it would make me change G Bm D Oh, my eyes A So call me out Bm D My space is overgrown A And all our place Bm Can feel so long ago D Bm G D 3x D Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel Bm So much like barricades D And I'll make it so they always try Bm D G To remember they were made in a kind of light. D And the things that rush through fingertips Bm They would never want to be the same G Bm D If I had a time A So reach up out and move Bm D From my waking close A And all our life can feel Bm Sometimes so overgrown D G D Bm G G D Bm G D D Bm G D D Well sometimes I wish our throats Bm Didn't feel so much like barricades D Snd our fingertips up close look Bm D Like the world from far away