Armin van Buuren - This is what it feels like

^Am Nobody here knocking ^Fat my ^Cdoor ^Am The sound of silence I can't ^Ftake any^Cmore ^Am Nobody ringing my ^Ftelephone ^Cnow O^Gh how I ^Ammiss such a ^Fbeautiful ^Csound

^G And I ^Amdon't even know how ^FI sur^Cvive ^G I won't ^Ammake it to the show witho^Fut your ^Clight ^G No I ^Amdon't even know if ^FI'm a^Clive Oh, oh, oh with^Gout you ^Amnow ^FThis is what it feels l^Cike

^Am Nothing to hold but the ^Fmemories and ^Cframes O^Gh they re^Ammind me of the ^Fbattle I ^Cface ^AmWithout your love, without^F you I ^Cdrown ^G Somebody ^Amsave me ^FI’m goin^Cg down

^G And I ^Amdon't even know how ^FI sur^Cvive ^G I won't ^Ammake it to the show witho^Fut your ^Clight ^G No I ^Amdon't even know if ^FI'm a^Clive Oh, oh, oh with^Gout you ^Amnow ^FThis is what it feels l^Cike

^G And I ^Amdon't even know how ^FI sur^Cvive ^GI won't m^Amake it down the road with o^Fne headl^Cight ^G No I ^Amdon't even know if ^FI'm a^Clive Oh, oh, oh with^Gout you ^Amnow ^FThis is what it feels l^Cike