_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
B.
Stop the clock, it's amazing You _ should see the way the light dances up.
your
F# head A million colors
G#m of hazel,
B _ golden and red _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Saturday morning, it's fading The _ sun's reflected by the coffee in your.
F# hand My eyes are caught in
G#m your gaze all over
E again.
B _ _ _
F# _ _
E We were the rough junk waiting on a miracle Trying
B to find ourselves
F# in the winter snow.
So
E we'll hold in love like the world had
B disappeared.
_ Oh,
F# _ _ _ .
E I won't be silent and I won't let go I
B will hold on tighter
F# till the afterglow.
And
E we'll burn so bright till the darkness softly
B clears.
_ _ _
F# _ _ Oh,
E I will hold on to the
B afterglow _ _ _
F# _ _ Oh,
E I will hold on to
F# the _ .
B afterglow _ _ _ _ _ _ .
The weather outside's changing _
E The leaves are buried under six inches
F# of.
white The radio
B is playing I and Y _ _ _ _ _ _ .
This is a new dimension _ _ .
E This is a level where we're losing track of.
B time I'm holding nothing against it, but you and I.
_ _ _ _
E We were the rough junk waiting on a miracle Trying
B to find ourselves in the
F# winter snow.
So
E we'll hold in love like the world had
B disappeared.
_ _ _ _
F# _ Oh,
E I won't be silent and I won't let go I
B will hold on tighter
F# till the afterglow.
And
E we'll burn so bright till the darkness softly
B clears.
_ _ _
F# _ Oh,
E I will hold on to the
B afterglow _ Oh,
F# _ _ _ .
E I will hold on to the _ .
B afterglow.
_ _
F# _ _ _ _
E _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
N _ _ _ .