Send In The Sun chords by Watsky

Chorus:
G      D# C
Send in that sunshine
G     D#  C
Make everything right
G      D#        C
Turn on your love light 'Cause baby I’m coming on by
G      D# C
Send in that sunshine
G     D#  C
Make everything right
    G       D#      C
'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
            G D#    C
That don’t ease with the passage of time

Verse 1:
G D#
If stars died of old age
C
They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade
G        D#       C
But stars escape life with a gun shot Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot
G              D#   C
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger, Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
      G    D#
And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
  C
The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall
G      D#           C
You know the red giant in sector two? Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dude
G     D#                C
I think he thought nobody thought about him, And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s true
G D#            C
Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love too
G     D#            C
I give out energy and don’t receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep
N.C.
And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me

Chorus:
G       D# C
Send in that sunshine
G     D#   C
Make everything right
G      D#         C
Turn on your love light, 'Cause baby I’m coming on by
G      D# C
Send in that sunshine
G     D#  C
Make everything right
    G       D#      C
'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
            G D#    C
That don’t ease with the passage of time

Verse 2:
G       D#       C
Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules, I wish you’d stuck around, you wise fools
G          D#
'Cause friends they tend to come and go,
      C
The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide pools
G      D#
But when the standing water’s putrid
C
Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid?
G     D#
There’s a bunch of us who loved you
    C
Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you did
G                D#
You you you you you packed your problems in a suitcase
C
You you you went away forever to a new place
G            D#             C
You left behind a lot of blue faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces, But my friend, it’s too late
G     D#            C
So all my lightweights and barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star dies
G       D#
And toast the memory of hard lives
C
Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives

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