Originally in D, I play in G.
Vox on the 6 on “blue”, and in G, go *up* instead of down on “suns don’t rise”
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| Bluish | gray suns don’t | rise | 
| G | G7 | C | Cm | |
| Bathing deep | in the stolen | dreams from borrowed | times | 
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| The morning | breaks to vacant | signs | of | 
| C | Cm | G | 
| You | 
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| And the shallow | pools as if the tears were | mine | 
| G | G7 | C | Cm | |
| Shade the | waves’ | reflections left | behind | 
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| And I search my | faith to never | find | a | 
| C | Cm | G | 
| Clue | 
| G | D | |
| And now you’re | gone, somehow you’re | gone | 
| C | G | |
| You were my | midnight, you were my | dawn | 
| Em | Am7 | Dsus4 | D | |
| You were the | shoulder that my | life leaned | on | 
| G | B7 | |
| You were my | world, you were my | song | 
| Em | Em/D | A | |
| You’re every | thing I | could depend | on | 
| C | G | |
| And | now all you are is | gone | 
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| And I passed the | blame to pass the | time | 
| G | G7 | C | Cm | |
| To cross my | heart and | walk across that | line | 
| G | Dsus4 | D | |
| Whose will is | this which poet’s | lines | pull at | 
| C | Cm | G | 
| You | 
| G | D | |
| And now you’re | gone, somehow you’re | gone | 
| C | G | |
| You were my | midnight, you were my | dawn | 
| Em | Am7 | Dsus4 | D | |
| You were the | shoulder that my | life leaned | on | 
| G | B7 | |
| You were my | world, you were my | song | 
| Em | Em/D | A | |
| You’re every | thing I | could depend | on | 
| C | G | |
| And | now all you are is | gone | 
| G | D | |
| And now you’re | gone, somehow you’re | gone | 
| C | G | |
| You were my | midnight, you were my | dawn | 
| Em | Am7 | Dsus4 | D | |
| You were the | shoulder that my | life leaned | on | 
| G | B7 | |
| You were my | world, you were my | song | 
Ritard and hang on “on”
| Em | Em/D | A | |
| You’re every | thing I | could depend | on | 
| C | G | |
| Bu-u-u-ut | now all you are is | gone |