Cinnamon

[Intro] G#m  D#m  E
        G#m  D#m  E


[Primeira Parte]

G#m                           D#m    E
  Evergreens in a dream of an island town
G#m                                 D#m       E
  Draw a line in the sand and we'll smooth it down
   C#m                     G#m     B
At least I will get in the middle, call my phone anytime
      G#m      D#m  E
And we'll try, to guess right

[Refrão]

                E
Waking when the white sunlight's out
                    G#m
Waiting through the days and nights out
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m
Your spell's pulling me under
           E
Going in a wooded hollow
               G#m
Showing me the moves to follow
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m                      E
Your spell's pulling me under

[Segunda Parte]

G#m                                 D#m          E
  It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope
G#m                                 D#m     E
  It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole
    C#m                             G#m
And just as it leaves, just as it's sinking
    B
The morning will save our souls
     G#m       D#m  E
From too cold, to keep low

[Refrão]

                E
Waking when the white sunlight's out
                    G#m
Waiting through the days and nights out
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m
Your spell's pulling me under
           E
Going in a wooded hollow
               G#m
Showing me the moves to follow
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m
Your spell's pulling me under

( G#m  D#m  B  C#m )
( G#m  D#m  B  C#m )
( G#m  D#m  B  C#m )
( G#m  D#m  E )

[Refrão]
                E
Waking when the white sunlight's out
                    G#m
Waiting through the days and nights out
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m
Your spell's pulling me under

                E
Waking when the white sunlight's out
                    G#m
Waiting through the days and nights out
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m
Your spell's pulling me under
           E
Going in a wooded hollow
               G#m
Showing me the moves to follow
       B
It's a slow cinnamon summer
     C#m                      E
Your spell's pulling me under