Out of the Blue David Gilmour akordy

^BOut of the ^Fblue,

On the ^Bwings of a ^Fdove,

A ^Bmessenger ^Fcomes,

w^Cith the beating of dr^Cums,

^Bit's not a message of love

Our ^Bchildren are ^Fborn,

and ^Bwe keep them ^Fwarm,

they ^Bmust have the ^Fright

to live in the ^Clight,

^Bto be safe from the storm

And ^Bout of the ^Fblue,

with ^Bwings on his ^Fheels,

a ^Bmessenger ^Fcomes,

bearing ^Cregrets

^Bfor the time that he steals

But ^Bsteal it he ^Fwill,

my ^Bchildren's and ^Fmine,

^Bagainst our ^Fdesires,

against all our ^Cneeds,

^Bour blood spilled like wine

^DmiOver and ^Cover we ^Bcall,

No one ^Dmihears... and further

and ^Cfurther and ^Bfurther we ^Ffall...

Though we ^Dmibrave it, we ^Csoon will have ^Bwait

It is ^Dmiclear that it's no dream at ^Call,

our ^Blives are at ^Fstake

I^B cannot^F believe...

nor ^Beven ^Fpretend...

that the ^Bthunder I ^Fhear,

will just ^Cdisappear,

^Band the nightmare will end

So ^Bhold back the ^Ffire,

because ^Bthis much is ^Ftrue,

when ^Ball's said and ^Fdone,

then ending will ^Ccome,

^Bfrom out of the blue