[Strum Strings On Matilda]
[Intro]
C Dm F Em Dm C C Dm F Em Dm C Em Dm C Em Dm C
[Verse]
C Dm F Em Dm C
Place is getting packed as people pile passing pow-wow-ers
C Dm F Em Dm C
Hearing hopes healing hands hoots hollers every hou-wow-er
C Dm F Em Dm C
Frightened Feelings fill me forces fight faces flow-wow-er
C Dm F Em Dm C
Trees they twist and then they turn together they now Tow-wow-er
[Verse]
F C Am C F C Dm G
Slowly sinking steadily so I strum strings on Ma-til-da
F C Am C F C Dm G
Merry music magically made I ne-ver billed ya
F C Am C F C Dm G
Bringing brightness bountiful beaut-if-ly it filled ya
F C Am C F C Dm G
fire forge faith forever fort-u-nate they willed ya
F C Am C F Dm G
wonder what the world will write when the warr-i-ors have killed ya
[Coda]
D
Too Many People too many people I think I'm losing my mind
G
Too many people too many people I go outside to unwind
D
Too Many People too many people I think I'm losing my mind
G
Too many people too many people I go outside to unwind