Tom: A
Introdução:
Am Am/G Fm7(5-) F7+ G
Am Am/G Fm7(5-) F7+
Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I've been
G Am
I finally learned to say
Am/G F
Whatever will be will be
G Am
I've learned to take
Am/G F G
The good, the bad and breathe
Am Am/G
'Cause although we like
F D
To know what life's got planned
Am F G
No one knows if shooting stars will land
Am Am/G Fm7(5-) F7+ G
These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
G Am
I finally learned to say
Am/G F
Whatever will be will be
G Am
I've learned to take
Am/G F G
The good, the bad and breathe
Am Am/G
'Cause although we like
F D
To know what life's got planned
Am Am/G F G
No one knows if shooting stars will land
G# Bb C
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
G# Bb
Is the weight on your mind
G# Bb C
A heavy black bird caged inside?
Am Am/G Fm7(5-) F7+ G
Say Whatever will be will be
Am Am/G F
Take The good, the bad Just breathe
C G
'Cause although we like
F D
To know what life's got planned
C G F
No one knows if shooting stars will land
G Bm
I finally learned to say
Bm/A G
Whatever will be will be
A Bm
I've learned to take
Bm/A G A
The good, the bad and breathe
Bm Bm/A
'Cause although we like
G E
To know what life's got planned
Bm Bm/A G A
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land
Am/G F
Whatever will be will be
G Am
I've learned to take
Am/G F G
The good, the bad and breathe
Am Am/G
'Cause although we like
F D
To know what life's got planned
Am Am/G F G
No one knows if shooting stars will land
G# Bb C
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
G# Bb
Is the weight on your mind
G# Bb C
A heavy black bird
Whatever will be will be