Bowl Of Oranges Chords
by Bright Eyes
Bowl Of Oranges by Bright Eyes is a moderately challenging guitar song played in the key of C. It uses the chords C, G, F, Am and D7. Use the transpose and diagram tools on this page to change the key, see each shape, or simplify the chords.
C
The rain had started tapping
G
On the window near my bed
F
There was a loop hole in my dreaming
G
So I got out of it
Am F
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
D7
Just my nightstand and my dresser
G
Where those nightmares had just been
C
So I dressed myself and left then
G
Out into the grey streets
F
But everything seemed different
G
And completely new me
Am F
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
D7
And each person I encountered,
G
I couldn't wait to meet
C
And I came upon a doctor
G
Who appeared in quite poor health
F
I said, “there's nothing I can do for you,
G
You can't do for yourself"
Am
He said, "oh yes you can, just hold my hand,
F
I think that that would help"
D7
So I sat with him a while
G
And I asked him how he felt
F Am F Am
He said, "I think I'm cured, no in fact I'm sure of it
F Am G
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
C
So that's how I learned the lesson
G
That everyone's alone
F
And your eyes must do some raining
G
If you're ever gonna grow
Am
When crying don't help you can't compose yourself
F
It's best to compose a poem
D7 G
An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
C
That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry
G
Cause now I've got you back
F
And every time you feel like crying
G
I'm gonna try to make you laugh
Am F
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass
D7
And I will keep you company
G
Through those days so long and black
C
We'll keep working on the problem
G
We know we'll never solve
F
Of love's uneven remainders
G
There lies fractions of a whole
Am
But if the world could remain within a frame
F
Like a painting on a wall
D7
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
G
And stand staring in awe
F Am F Am
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
F Am G
Like a story told, by the fault lines and the soul