**Intro (guitar + piano)** C F C G | Am F C G **Verse 1 — Male lead, Female oohs last 2 lines** C F Like someone threw a paintbrush across the ground, C G every flip released another can Am F of paint on a canvas of soil and earth, C G and with the concept of bloom my eyes might hurt. C F Feel free to look up and wait for a vine to grow— C G will it? I don’t know. I don’t know. Am F There’s other things that matter, like what’s in the news today: C G someone my age who looked like a model passed away. **Pre-Chorus — Both, hushed** F C/E I am not a headline, neither were they; Dm7 G we carry little candles through the day. F C/E Whisper to the names we cannot text, Dm7 G promise we’ll be softer to the next. **Chorus — Both, close harmony** C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B So am I, with pictures of the sky— Am F G scrolling like a rosary I try… to understand. **Verse 2 — Female lead, Male answers last lines** C F We bring water for the flowers by the gate, C G names in lichen cursive leaning straight. Am F Pebbles on the headstones, folded notes, C G phone-screen light writing out my jokes. C F Some left quietly, some were taken fast, C G illness, accidents, the shadows that outlast. Am F We tie a ribbon to the wind and let it stand— C G (Male) I’ll hold the map, you hold my hand. **Pre-Chorus — Both, interlocking** F C/E We are the rain on Monday’s glass, Dm7 G we are the classes they didn’t pass; F C/E we keep the names from blowing on the wind, Dm7 G we sing for them like a scene inside an inn. **Chorus —ni Both, brighter; add wordless “ooohs”** C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B So am I, with pictures of the sky— Am F G wish I’d called instead of walked on by. **Bridge — Breakdown (piano + harmonies, then band swells)** Am C/G If I was holding in my hand a flower it might fall out F C/E But if I move fast enough I might catch it in the air Am C/G I've done it before, with my keys and a harp F G Counting lines inside my hair, one two three four at a Renaissance Faire Am C/G If I still have my voice I might use it F C/E To remind people what to do with a gift Dm7 G Maybe use your own judgement, follow a guide Dm7 G Open your arms and let Jane inside **Guitar Solo — lyrical, singable** | C | G/B | Am | F | C | G | Am | F | *(Bends to the vocal line; let piano answer each phrase.)* **Final Chorus — Both, soaring thirds; tambourine enters** C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B La la la la la la la—nothing new about that, Am F maybe they were on Instagram. C G/B So are we, with pictures of the sky— Am F posting little prayers as the seasons change ; C G/B In a flower field, we say their names, Am F G C spring returns and carries back the frames… of who they are. **Outro — hush to a hold** C F C/E Dm7 | G C (hold) *(Wordless oohs over piano; fade like wind through grass.)*
