Armin van Buuren - This is what it feels like

^EmNobody here knocking ^Cat my d^Goor ^EmThe sound of silence I can't t^Cake any^Gmore ^EmNobody ringing my tel^Cephone n^Gow ^EmOh how I miss such a b^Ceautiful ^Gsound

And I d^Emon't even know how ^CI su^Grvive I won't m^Emake it to the show wi^Cthout your l^Gight No I d^Emon't even know if I^C'm a^Glive Oh, oh, oh w^Emithout you now T^Chis is what it feels l^Gike ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh

^EmNothing to hold but the mem^Cories a^Gnd frames ^EmOh they remind me of the ba^Cttle I ^Gface ^Emwithout your love, without^C you I ^Gdrown ^EmSomebody save me I^C’m going d^Gown

And I d^Emon't even know how ^CI su^Grvive I won't m^Emake it to the show wi^Cthout your l^Gight No I d^Emon't even know if I^C'm a^Glive Oh, oh, oh w^Emithout you now T^Chis is what it feels l^Gike ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh ^Em Oh ^Coh ^Goh

And I d^Emon't even know how ^CI su^Grvive. I won't m^Emake it down the road ^Cwith one hea^Gdlight. No, I ^Emdon't even know if ^CI'm ^Galive. Oh oh oh wit^Emhout you now, th^Cis is what it feels l^Gike.