Lyrics
(Eb)Don’t you cher ish me to sleep,
ahh.
(Eb)Nev er keep your eye lids clipped.
(Gm)Hold me for the pops and clicks.
I was on ly for the fa ther’s crib.
(Gm)Hair,
old, (F)long a (Bb)long
your (Eb)neck on to your should er blades,
ahh.
(Cm7)Al ways keep that mess age taped.
(Gm)Cross your breasts you won’t e rase.
I was on ly for your ver y space.
(Gm)Hip,
un (F)der noth (Bb)ing.
(Eb)Propped up by your oth er one,
face ’way from the sun.
Just (Cm7)have to keep a di a logue.
You (Gm)Teach our bod ies: haunt the cause.
I was on ly try’n to spell a loss.
(Gm)Joy,
it’s (F)all found (Bb)ed.
(Eb)Pinch er with the skin in side,
ahh.
’way from the sun.
You (Cm7)pinned me with your black sphere eyes.
You (Gm)know that all the rope’s un tied.
I was on ly for to die be side.
So it’s storm ing (Bb)on the lake.
Lit tle waves our (F)bod ies break.
There’s a fire (Bb)go ing on
but there’s real ly noth ing to the south.
Swol len orange and (Fsus)light let through,
your one piece swim (F)mer stuck to you.
(Gm)Sold,
(F)I’m ev (Bb)er.
(Eb)Op en ears and op en eyes,
ahh.
(Eb)Wake up to your star board bride
who (Gm)goes in and then stays in side.
Oh, the de mons come, they can sub side.
Calgary by Bon Iver
Easy piano arrangement in the key of Eb at 120 BPM. Difficulty: medium. Color-coded notes — no sheet-reading skill required.