Bastille - Skulls

^Am I ^Gcame here for s^Fanctu^Cary ^AmAway from the ^Gwinds and the ^Fsounds of the city ^Am I ^Gcame here to ^Fget some p^Ceace ^AmWay down ^Gdeep where the sha^Fdows are heavy

^Am I ^Gcan't help but ^Fthink of ^Cyou In ^Amthese four walls my ^Gthoughts seem to ^Fwander ^Am To ^Gsome distant ^Fcentu^Cry When ^Ameveryone we know is ^Gsix feet ^Funder

When ^Fall of our ^Amfriends are ^Cdead and just a ^Gmemory And ^Fwe're side by ^Amside it's a^Clways been just ^Gyou and me For ^Fall to ^Csee...

When ^Four lives are ^Cover And^Am all that remain^Gs... Are ^Four skulls and ^Cbones,let's ^Amtake it to the ^Ggrave And ^Fhold me in your arms, ^Chold me in your arms ^AmI'll be buried ^Ghere with you And ^FI'll hold in ^Cthese hands ^Amall that ^Gremains...

^Am I ^Gdon't want to ^Frest in ^Cpeace ^AmI'd rather be the ^Gghost that ^Fannoys you ^Am I ^Ghope you can ^Fmake me ^Claugh ^AmSix feet down ^Gwhen we're bored of ^Feach other

^Am A ^Gmatch is our ^Fonly ^Clight It's ^Amday of the ^Gdead and I'm ^FIndiana Jones here ^Am These ^Gcoins sit ^Fupon our ^Ceyes ^AmPool our funds ^Gwe'll pay the boat ^Ftogether

^AmAnd now it's all ^Gbefore you... ^FHold me in your ^Carms, ^Fhold me in your ^Carms ^AmNow it's all ^Gbefore you... ^FHold me in your ^Carms, ^Fhold me in your a^Crms