Gregory Alan Isakov - Monsters

^DPress yourself against me tonight, I promise we're all alone ^DExcept for the monsters of course, they crawl out on everyone On h^Gere, de^Aep in the da^Drk, there ai^Gn't ^Dno kind of spark ton^Aight ^GBelieve, listen to all of i^Dt, oh^A only after we're gone, o^Dh

^DThe sky turns red as the sun turns in, the spaces are all that we leave ^DAnd evening howls around our tiny bed, the things that you start to believe ^BmAnd if s^Ahe comes ba^Dck with her warm re^Ggret, tell her i'm a^Bmshes from the fi^Are we had ^{D Bm}She calls out to me p^Alease, I tell her i^D'm off and out ^{G D}Theres pieces of the he^Aart everywhere ^D

^GFalling, Falling ^{Bm A G}Falling, Falling ^{Bm A G}Fall ^{Bm A D}

^GFa^Bmll.^A.. G Bm A D

^GOn here, in the dar^Bmkest d^Aay, t^Ghere ain't a thing about you ^BmI would c^Ahange ^GYou can take that to the gra^Dve, or at least on the late t^Arain ^BmTonight, t^Donight, tonight, tonight