Open Tales (To All The Boys I've Loved Before, PS I Still Love You)
380. Open Tales ( To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before ) D (I) Under the swampy glow b (vi) With glossy A (V) green, D (I) prairie tide b (vi) It's where our good- D (I) will painted its b (vi) own D (I) Instrumental interlude b (vi) Our clothes held us D (I) tight b (vi) Closer, closer, you were D (I) close to me b (vi) When our A (V) hearts D (I) painted their own Over b (vi) northern hills, our D (I) cryptic tales breed the G (IV) script D (I) Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell b (vi) Untouched, A (V) a city D (I) froze b (vi) We felt the A (V) wind D (I) in our bones b (vi) That's when we A (V) left our D (I) dreams, we left them alone b (vi) A (V) D (I) Under b (vi) gleaming A (V) Aprils D (I) our open tales, tell b (vi) our love A (V) story D (I) Darling, don't forget the words that b (vi) A (V) gave us D (I) breath