Bastille - Weight of living part 1

There's an ^Calbatross around your neck, All the ^Gthings you've said and the things you've done: Can you ^Ccarry it with no regrets? Can you ^Gstand the person you've become?

^EmOh, there's a ^Glight, ^EmOh, oh, oh, there's a ^Glight...

^CYour alba^Gtross, let it ^Emgo, let it ^Dgo. ^CYour alba^Gtross, shoot it ^Emdown, shoot it ^Ddown When you ^Cjust can't shake the ^Gheavy weight of ^Dliving.

Stepping ^Cforward out into the day, Shrugging ^Goff the dust and memory. Though it's ^Csoaring still above your head, It is ^Gout of sight and none shall see.

^EmOh, there's a ^Glight, ^EmOh, oh, oh, there's a ^Glight...

^CYour alba^Gtross, let it ^Emgo, let it ^Dgo. ^CYour alba^Gtross, shoot it ^Emdown, shoot it ^Ddown When you ^Cjust can't shake the ^Gheavy weight of ^Dliving. When you ^Cjust can't seem to ^Gshake the weight of ^Dliving...

It's the ^Emsun^C in your ^Geyes, in your ^Deyes. It's the ^Emsun^C in your ^Geyes, in your ^Deyes. It's the ^Emsun^C in your ^Geyes, in your ^Deyes. It's the ^Emsun^C in your ^Geyes, in your ^Deyes.

^CYour alba^Gtross, let it ^Emgo, let it ^Dgo. ^CYour alba^Gtross, shoot it ^Emdown, shoot it ^Ddown When you ^Cjust can't shake the ^Gheavy weight of ^Dliving. When you ^Cjust can't seem to ^Gshake the weight of ^Dliving... The weight of ^Cliving^G, The weight of ^Dliving, The weight of ^Cliving^G, The weight of ^Dliving.