Staring at the Sun is Now Like Looking in the Mirror

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[Pre-Chorus]
[Fm]Hands on the glass, [Ab]heartbeat like a light—
[Eb]Built for the run and the [Bb]after-midnight.
[Fm]If we fall through the frame, [Ab]we’ll color it right,
[Eb]Turn every [Bb]shadow into satellite.

[Chorus]
[Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—tell me what you [Bb]see, a thousand little mirrors staring back at [Cm]me.
[Ab]Feels so [Eb]great—why? Maybe we don’t [Bb]need to know; we’re alive in the echo where the [Cm]bright things go.
[Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—till the doubt dis[Bb]appears;
’Cause [Cm]staring at the sun is now like looking in the mirror.

[Verse 2]
[Cm]So did the early-modern phase—[Ab]music, culture, light;
[Eb]Somewhere in a field they’re [Bb]burning alive.
[Cm]All over the world—[Ab]India might cry,
[Eb]Every dawn and [Bb]through the night.
[Cm]Windows bleed poison on their [Ab]patient dust,
[Eb]Off skin, nails, hair—[Bb]even tiny lice.
[Cm]They fade at the edge of a [Ab]forever night…
[Eb]So we raise up a [Bb]chorus and pull in the light.

[Bridge] (breakdown → build)
[Cm]Sun comes up again on an [Gm]Earth we all live on,
[Ab]’Til the day we chase some [Eb]other dawn.
[Fm]If that day comes calling, [Ab]let it find us clear—
[Eb]No fear in the [Bb]fire, just the truth we hear.

[Post-Chorus / Lift]
[Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]shine it back to [Bb]me, / [Cm]Oh, oh—
[Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]heat becomes the [Bb]key, / [Cm]Oh, oh—
[Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]every tear turns [Bb]sea, / [Cm]Oh, oh—
[Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]mirror setting [Bb]free.

[Final Chorus] (optional key lift: up a whole step—use these if modulating)
[Bb]Stare at the [F]sun—tell me what you [C]see, a thousand little mirrors singing back at [Dm]me.
[Bb]Feels so [F]great—why? Maybe we don’t [C]need to know; we’re the light in the fade, we’re the [Dm]afterglow.
[Bb]Stare at the [F]sun—till the doubt dis[C]appears;
’Cause [Dm]staring at the sun is now like looking in the mirror.

[Outro]
[Dm]Feels so great… [Bb]why? / [F]Stare at the sun… [C]mirror.

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[Verse 1] [Cm]It feels so great… [Ab]why? I don’t know any[Eb]more—if we must ask, maybe there was a point, [Bb]I don’t care. [Cm]Even Chrono Trigger ends with a [Ab]faire; neon on the river, [Eb]silver on the rails, Polaroids of futures [Bb]stuck with bent-back nails. [Cm]We dance on the question, [Ab]kiss it in the glare, [Eb]And promise the [Bb]morning we’ll meet it there. [Pre-Chorus] [Fm]Hands on the glass, [Ab]heartbeat like a light— [Eb]Built for the run and the [Bb]after-midnight. [Fm]If we fall through the frame, [Ab]we’ll color it right, [Eb]Turn every [Bb]shadow into satellite. [Chorus] [Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—tell me what you [Bb]see, a thousand little mirrors staring back at [Cm]me. [Ab]Feels so [Eb]great—why? Maybe we don’t [Bb]need to know; we’re alive in the echo where the [Cm]bright things go. [Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—till the doubt dis[Bb]appears; ’Cause [Cm]staring at the sun is now like looking in the mirror. [Verse 2] [Cm]So did the early-modern phase—[Ab]music, culture, light; [Eb]Somewhere in a field they’re [Bb]burning alive. [Cm]All over the world—[Ab]India might cry, [Eb]Every dawn and [Bb]through the night. [Cm]Windows bleed poison on their [Ab]patient dust, [Eb]Off skin, nails, hair—[Bb]even tiny lice. [Cm]They fade at the edge of a [Ab]forever night… [Eb]So we raise up a [Bb]chorus and pull in the light. [Pre-Chorus] [Fm]Hands on the glass, [Ab]heartbeat like a light— [Eb]Built for the run and the [Bb]after-midnight. [Fm]If we fall through the frame, [Ab]we’ll color it right, [Eb]Turn every [Bb]shadow into satellite. [Chorus] [Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—tell me what you [Bb]see, a thousand little mirrors staring back at [Cm]me. [Ab]Feels so [Eb]great—why? Maybe we don’t [Bb]need to know; we’re alive in the echo where the [Cm]bright things go. [Ab]Stare at the [Eb]sun—till the doubt dis[Bb]appears; ’Cause [Cm]staring at the sun is now like looking in the mirror. [Bridge] (breakdown → build) [Cm]Sun comes up again on an [Gm]Earth we all live on, [Ab]’Til the day we chase some [Eb]other dawn. [Fm]If that day comes calling, [Ab]let it find us clear— [Eb]No fear in the [Bb]fire, just the truth we hear. [Post-Chorus / Lift] [Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]shine it back to [Bb]me, / [Cm]Oh, oh— [Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]heat becomes the [Bb]key, / [Cm]Oh, oh— [Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]every tear turns [Bb]sea, / [Cm]Oh, oh— [Ab]Oh, oh—[Eb]mirror setting [Bb]free. [Final Chorus] (optional key lift: up a whole step—use these if modulating) [Bb]Stare at the [F]sun—tell me what you [C]see, a thousand little mirrors singing back at [Dm]me. [Bb]Feels so [F]great—why? Maybe we don’t [C]need to know; we’re the light in the fade, we’re the [Dm]afterglow. [Bb]Stare at the [F]sun—till the doubt dis[C]appears; ’Cause [Dm]staring at the sun is now like looking in the mirror. [Outro] [Dm]Feels so great… [Bb]why? / [F]Stare at the sun… [C]mirror.

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