Julie Fowlis - Into the open air

^DThis love, it is a distant s^Gtar ^Gguiding us home wherever we^Bm are ^DThis love, it is a burning s^Gun ^GShining light on the things tha^Bmt we've done

^GI try to speak to you everyday but each ^Gword we spoke, the w^Gind blew away

^GCould these walls come c^Drumbling d^Aown? ^GI want to feel my f^Deet on the g^Around ^Gand leave behind this p^Drison we sh^Aare Step in^Bmto the ^Aopen ^Dair

^DHow did we let it come to th^Gis? ^GWhat we just tasted we somehow stil^Bml miss

How w^Gill it feel when this day is done and c^Aan we keep what we've ^Gonly begun?

^GAnd now these walls come cr^Dumbling do^Awn ^Gand I can feel my f^Deet on the g^Around ^GCan we carry this l^Dove that we s^Ahare ^Bminto the o^Apen a^Dir? ^BmInto the o^Apen a^Dir ^BmInto the o^Apen a^Dir

^DThis love, it is a burning ^Gsun