Rare Thing

F Am G F My love in the dream, you were already speaking F Am G F I was too shocked to make any one…of my tired…speeches G F Listen, that's a rare thing for…me F Am G F Sunlight touches on the plants that I've been torturing F Am G F G F Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before your face alights in recognition Gm C F Am D I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody Gm Was so much for me not real? C F I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers D Through the chaos I can see Dm C C7 All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet F Am Come to think of it G F The dream was a nightmare with no one who knew me just then F You were there Am Two-foot tall little bear G F G F You took my hand and introduced me to everybody G F I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning Gm G C F E D# I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody Gm Was so much for me not real? C7 F I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers Dm Through the chaos I can see D G7 C A# G All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet C G7 C7 C I have to stop myself and admit I am happy Gm C7 F#dim Adim There is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody Am D Gm Was so much for me not real? C7 C F I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers F7 F#dim Through the window you look out at me Cdim C Gm I have to stop myself and admit you make me happy