Daffodil

Am C I couldn't help it, yes, I let it get in Dm E7 The helpless optimism of spring Am C Worn out and tired and my heart never tired Dm E7 And the world bent double from weeping Am C Dm And yet, the birds begin to sing E7 Am Ooh, ooh, oh | Am | C E7 | Am Daffodil C E7 Daffodil Am I'm not bad, I'm not good C E7 I drank every scar that I could Am Made myself mythical, tried to be real C E7 Saw the future in the face of a Am Daffodil C E7 Daffodil Am Daffodil C E7 Daffodil Am You practice resurrection every night C E7 Raising the dead under the moonlight Am And in the gloaming, I start to cry C E7 You're a perfect pearl out in the sky Am F There is no bad, there is no good G E7 I drank all the blood that I could Am F Made myself mythical, tried to be real G E7 Saw the future in the face of a Am Daffodil C E7 Daffodil Am Daffodil C E7 Daffodil Am English sun, she has come C E7 To kiss my face and tell me I'm that chosen one Am A generation soaked in grief C E7 We're drying out and hanging on by the skin of our teeth Am I never thought it would get this far C E7 This somewhat drunken joke Am Sometimes I see so much beauty C E7 I don't think that I can cope Am F There is no bad, there is no good G E7 I drank every scar that I could Am F Made myself mythical, tried to be real G E7 Saw the future in the face of a Am Daffodil Am Daffodil Am Daffodil Am Daffodil