G C G C
G
All those metaphors you learn in high school
G7 C
Dark and light is wrong and right it never made sense to me
D
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
D7
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
C
After getting burned by the sun in a hard day's work
D G
Baby I'm fine with the dark
G
Ain't nothing like a blackout in New York City
G7
All those lights just get tired of looking pretty
D
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
D
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
C
After getting burned by the sun in a hard day's work
D B
Baby I'm fine with the dark
Em C G B
B Em C G
I tossed my coin in to that wishing well
B Em C G
and jumped right in after it as far as I could tell
B Em C G
That great void was full of infinity
Em C G
Black as the fear of endless possibilities
B Em C G
Black as the moonless woods of my unsung prayer
B Em C G
Black as the velvet Elvis of my repair
B Em C A
Black as the color of my true love's hair
C
G
Yeah well everybody's talking about that great white light they
G7 C
See in the end if you lived right I don't know about that
D G
But I know what I need
D
You can't see the stars if there's too much light
D7
Ain't nothing like holding you in the middle of the night
C
After getting burned by the sun in a hard life's work
D G
Baby I'm fine with the dark
Outro
C D G
Baby I'm fine with the dark
C D G
Baby I'm fine with the dark