G G C G (x2)
Dm F Am Cm Dm
IG set out one niCght
When the tide waGs low
TGhere were signs in the skCy
But I did noGt know
I'd be caDmught in the grip of an undertow
DiFtched on a beach where the sea hates to go
A chiAmld in my arms and a chiCmll in my soul
And my heDmart the shape of a beDgging bowl
IG set out one night D
But I did not knoGw
G C G
G C G
I'd be caDmught in the grip of an undertow
DiFtched on a beach where the sea hates to go
A chiAmld in my arms and a chiCmll in my soul
And my heDmart the shape of a beDgging bowl
G C G ...