Sundial in Gold (versione 2)

[Intro] - warm sunset over the water

[Verse] - gritty Southern male tenor with gravelly blues holler

(G) Oh, watch that (C) shadow creep (D) Across your skin

A sundial in (G) gold on a beach we've been in

Every grain of (Em) sand feels like it knows your name

And I'm not counting down the hours, just the light that's left to claim

[Pre-Chorus] - hand claps in the background

(Bm) Hold still for one more (G) moment like this

Is there a clock on the (Em) beach where time just stands still?

[Chorus] - bouncy electric guitar chord riffs and driving 808, warm summer nights at the beach, acoustic guitar arpeggios and punchy bass, gritty Southern male tenor with gravelly blues holler

(D) Sundial in gold

Painting the (G) hours we've never been told

Every ray on your skin says this is what it's for

We're not living till the sun dips low

Sundial in (D) gold, don't let the day go

[Verse] - warm sunset over the water

(C) Watch how that (G) shadow stretches long and wide

Your feet find mine in the fading tide

Seagulls calling out where the light decides

And every breath feels like we're crossing time

[Pre-Chorus] - hand claps in the background

(Bm) Hold still for one more (G) moment like this

Is there a clock on the (Em) beach where time just stands still?

[Chorus] - bouncy electric guitar chord riffs and driving 808, warm summer nights at the beach, acoustic guitar arpeggios and punchy bass, gritty Southern male tenor with gravelly blues holler

(D) Sundial in gold

Painting the (G) hours we've never been told

Every ray on your skin says this is what it's for

We're not living till the sun dips low

Sundial in (D) gold, don't let the day go

[Bridge] - punchy bass line and a single hand clap

(A) This isn't (F#m) clock striking ten

This is where (Bm) we turn to skin

The sundial's writing one final line

Before you turn around, before I lose your shape in time

[Chorus] - bouncy electric guitar chord riffs and driving 808, warm summer nights at the beach, acoustic guitar arpeggios and punchy bass, gritty Southern male tenor with gravelly blues holler

(D) Sundial in gold

Painting the (G) hours we've never been told

Every ray on your skin says this is what it's for

We're not living till the sun dips low

Sundial in (D) gold, don't let the day go

[Outro] - warm sunset over the water

(C) Sundial's done writing time

One final line...