Firefly

[Am]Before the morning let us bathe upon the yellow.

I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello,

In my ears, nothing but your warm breath,
[Em]I always sleep on the left.

[Em] And  I still get a [C]chill
Still get a spil[D]l
Filling up my be[G]lly when I think of y[Em]ou.
(You see) I still get a r[C]iver
Still get a qui[D]ver
And it burns down my spi[G]ne
When I think that you're[Em] mine.

(Oh, yes you are!)

[Am]My lips are always hunting for the light,

Well. it's a firefly.

Don't you see that it's you aglow?

In the morning when work is in the air,
[Em]I love to play with your hair.

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I still get a chill
Still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you.
So the river calls to deliver
And it burns down my spine
(Oh) ... you're mine
Oh, you're mine
Oh, you're mine
O, you're mine