Liana Flores - Mother tongue

Ta ^Gtaya tata dada tata ^E7tayadum ^ATayadum tatada dudu dayadam ^GDayadum tadum tadum ta^Bbm7dayadum ^A7Dayadum tadum tadum D7 Abmaj7 Abm Abmaj7 Abm -- tum tum ------ tuumm Gm7 Bb7 Bb7 Bb7

The ^G7street beneath my feet Is paved with ^Gm7rows of gold Or ^Fmaj7so I'm told (so I'm told) The ^Bbmaj7sky before my eyes is never ^Cm7colour grey Or ^D7so they say

I ^G7guess I've known the truth since I was ^E7pretty young ^Am7That I never knew my mother's ^Bbm7mother tongue I'll ^Bm7fake all of my words til they point ^E7out to me The ^Am7crowds of purple orchid ^D7flowers, I can't ^Ebmaj7see

I'll play al^Gm7ong with borrowed chords unt^C7il they shine They're ^Fstill not mine (still not mine) I'll ^Bbmaj7breathe all of these postcards in un^Em7til they land Still ^D7second-hand

She ^G7gave me half my bones and made me ^E7one my lungs ^Am7But the same cold air is filling ^Cm7both of them Meanw^Gm7hile a crocodile points out whats ^Em7left behind The ^Am7field of yellow daffodils you ^Dmaj7tried But couldn't ^Ab7find

I've ^Ebmaj7known since I was ^Gmaj7pretty young I never ^Ebmaj7knew my mother's mother ^Abmaj7tongue I've ^Ebmaj7known since I was ^Gmaj7pretty young I never ^Ebmaj7knew my mother's mother ^Abmaj7tongue I'm ^Gm7putting on a smile made out of ^Cm7plasticine And ^F7looking clean