Surfacing

C 8x C Strange the god of your name is Piscean too C Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue C One more pilot fish come to swim with the shark C Dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth Am Stars shining bright above you C Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" Am Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree C Dream a little dream of me C Cold your blood is your soul but blood is the lie C Sold the hand that you hold before you arrive C You're perfect, you're worth it, your friends said I guess that it's true C You mean it, I've seen it, the poets got nothing on you Am Stars shining bright above you C Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" Am Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree C Dream a little dream of me C 16x F Stars shining bright above you C Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" F Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree C Dream a little dream of me F Dream a little dream F Dream a little dream C Dream a little dream of me F Dream a little dream F Dream a little dream C Dream a little dream of me F C