Intro G (x16) AD F#m Em F#mD And I don't mindF#m Em That everything's a mess right nowA I could care lessD And ideallyF#m Em That a bit of harm never hurtA AnyoneD F#m Em I've plotted out a route to take us into a place kinda likeA Where we're nowD F#m Em Except this time I think you're gonna need a pair of mittens forA The frozen airG I will gladlyA Navigate thingsD G You look out for sharp rocksA G But I do believe I've found that elusive Bering StraitA And if you'd like to we could...D F#m Em F#mD So we'll sit thereF#m Em And stare into thin air Light that matchA Now watch it flareD And kiss helloF#m Em To a ground laid with snow Where nothing's leftA But frozen airD F#m Em There won't be any green I fear on trees or even belowA Our frozen toesD F#m Em But the tundras match the clouds at night and on a clear day you can seeA Next SaturdayG Build our homeA Out of snowD G From the first glacier we findA But I do believe I've fallenG Into a nasty creviceA Laced with ice so now what?
I Dont Mind
The Eames Era
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