B F# The point at which you looked at me G E G A Has always been part of my brain B F# Now my mind is in a whirl G E G F# And it seems I am not the same Chorus: G F# My dear and special friend D E B There's never a point at which we end, no, no I'm in mine and mine is fine I'm wrapped up in shiny things Blackbirds in summertime They find a low, I end up being you Chorus The point at which you looked at me Has always been part of my brain Now my mind is in a whirl And it seems I am not the same Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F# G B |