Capo 6
(verse)
In the morning when I [C] wake
And the sun is coming [G] through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with [Am7] sweetness,
And you fill my head with [G] you.
Shall I write it in a [C] letter?
Shall I try to get it [G] down?
Oh, you fill my head with [Am7] pieces
Of a song I can't get [G] out.
(Chorus)
(Dừng) Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
(verse)
Can I take it to a [C] morning
Where the fields are painted [G] gold
And the trees are filled with [Am7] memories
Of the feelings never [G] told?
When the evening pulls the sun [C] down,
And the day is almost [G] through,
Oh, the whole world it is [Am7] sleeping,
But my world is [G] you.
(Chorus)
(Dừng) Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
(Whistling)
[C] [G] [Am7] [G] [C] [G] [Am7] [G]
(Chorus)
(Dừng) Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]
Can I be close to [Am7] you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh[C] , ooh-oo-oo-h[G]