Confetti To The Hurricane

D G D G D D Bm I'm on a holiday from the things that’s bringing me down A I pass them on the way back up again Em Feel my feet leaving late off the ground D She was on the back porch yelling out orders Didn't realize wasn't getting any younger Bm I was in the backseat forgetting all about her Heard a little voice, I was wanted by the water A I had built a vessel by the time she caught me missing And I fastened to it everything I’m counting as a blessing Em I was leaving shore as she rounded out the clearing Wailing like a siren, I was far beyond her heading D D woah-oh oohohohoh A She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane Em She was turning red and the river running redder I was waning edges lie the ending of a letter D Bm A Em D Bm I'm on a holiday, recurring themes that's taking down A Em Expound 'em on the way back up again, see the street fading into the town D signs do pull, and sounds do push A She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane A Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane Em She was turning red and the river running redder I was waning edges lie the ending of a letter D woah-oh oohohohoh woah-oh oohohohoh G woah-oh oohohohoh woah-oh oohohohoh D G And signs do pull, and sounds do push the impossible, the possible 3x D signs do pull