Tom: A
Introdução:
Am F
I'm the oil upon the water, I'm the lava in the flow.
Am F
Resting like a rock beside the seaside.
Am F
I'm the son and you're the daughter of the stranger that we know,
Am F
Who gets a little stoned beside the wayside.
C F C F
Well, there's one thing to try, everybody knows
C F C F
Music gets you high, everybody grows
Am F Am F
and so it goes.
You're the lips that make the laughter you're the sunshine in the snow