Beirut - When i die

^BbWhen I die I want to ^Ctravel light Or rinse my ^Fhands So I catch the ^Bbsatellite ^BbDon't cry I promise that I'll ^Cget it right I've been ^Fpracticing my whole ^Bblife

^BbWhen I'm fine I become a ^Cdifferent man All these ^Fdistances and ^Bbabandoned light ^BbIn time, passing forces ^Cdid collide Into her ^Farms of rot And it ^Bbwas alright

^BbNow I, I feel ^Cright What would ^Fdeath steal that could ^Bbharm me? ^BbNow I feel ^Cright In the ^Fdarkest lair I feel ^Bbright again