Atlas - Ayla

When you're st^Bbmaj7anding at y^Bb6our window In your b^Bbmaj7athrobe^Bb6 Like you d^Fmaj7o ^F6 Like you d^Fmaj7o ^F6 T^Bbmaj7alking to y^Bb6our mother On your c^Bbmaj7ell phon^Bb6e Turning bl^Fmaj7ue ^F6 You can't m^Fmaj7ove ^F6 She says, "^Bbmaj7Ayla, are y^Bb6ou eating Like you're supp^Bbmaj7osed to?^Bb6 Tell the tr^Fmaj7uth ^F6 I know y^Fmaj7ou" ^F6 You w^Bbmaj7onder if sh^Bb6e knows About the ^Bbmaj7old yout^Bb6h That you kn^Fmaj7ew ^F6 What's the ^Fmaj7use? ^F6

^Bbmaj7 I wonder ^Bb6if there's more out there ^Bbmaj7 Nothing r^Bb6eally feels quite right these d^Fmaj7ays Ayla, ^F6if you hear my voice ^Fmaj7 Promise m^F6e you'll stay awake ^Bbmaj7 I wonder ^Bb6if there's more out there ^Bbmaj7 Nothing r^Bb6eally feels quite right these d^Fmaj7ays Ayla, ^F6if you hear my voice ^Bbmaj7 Promise m^Bb6e you'll stay away

When you're st^Bbmaj7aring at th^Bb6e ceiling In your b^Bbmaj7edroom ^Bb6 Every n^Fmaj7ight ^F6 Flickering l^Fmaj7ights ^F6 From the br^Bbmaj7oken bulbs ^Bb6in street lamps That surr^Bbmaj7ound you^Bb6 Paint you wh^Fmaj7ite S^F6econds at a t^Fmaj7ime ^F6 You f^Bbmaj7ace the wall y^Bb6ou used To put your b^Bbmaj7ack to ^Bb6 Scatter l^Fmaj7ines ^F6 Pass the t^Fmaj7ime ^F6 You f^Bbmaj7eel as though y^Bb6ou're trapped Inside a v^Bbmaj7acuum ^Bb6 Can't be r^Fmaj7ight Is th^F6is really life?

^Bbmaj7 I wonder ^Bb6if there's more out there ^Bbmaj7 Nothing r^Bb6eally feels quite right these d^Fmaj7ays Ayla, ^F6if you hear my voice ^Fmaj7 Promise m^F6e you'll stay awake ^Bbmaj7 I wonder ^Bb6if there's more out there ^Bbmaj7 Nothing r^Bb6eally feels quite right these d^Fmaj7ays Ayla, ^F6if you hear my voice ^Bbmaj7 Promise m^Bb6e you'll stay away