Cocoon - Up for sale

^CHear that sound, ^AmAs the rain beats down, ^FOn the roof of our old summer ho^Gme. ^CThere'se an old wind chime, ^AmAnd an " up for sale " sign, ^FAnd the grass in long overgr^Gown. ^DmWaves crash against the co^Gast, ^EWhile old gh^Amosts ^C7Are still haunting m^Fe. ^DmThough the blindes have long been drawne^Fmd, ^COr whatever went^A on, ^DmIn that old summ^Ger home by the s^Cea.

^CSo farewell, ^AmTo the crabes and shells, ^FOn the rocks, on a cold windy da^Gy. ^CAnd the little boy's shemes, ^AmAnd the rush of nicotine, ^FAnd the boat we set free in the b^Gay. ^DmAs the moon tugs upon the ^Gtide, ^ESad and wild^Am eyes, ^C7Are still haunting m^Fe. ^DmSomwhere deep down in my^Fm bones, ^CI will always fe^Ael alone, ^DmIn that old summ^Ger home by the s^Cea.

^DmThough the blindes have long been drawne^Fmd, ^COr whatever went^A on, ^DmSomwhere deep down in my^Fm bones, ^CI will always fe^Ael alone, ^DmIn that old summ^Ger home by the s^Cea.